NÁDYA. You will say it, and I shall listen.
LEONÍD. You'll get tired of one and the same thing.
NÁDYA. Maybe you'll get tired of it; I never shall.
LEONÍD. Then let me speak. I love you, little Nádya. [He rises and kisses her.
NÁDYA. Why do you do that? Just sit quietly, as we said we would.
LEONÍD. Shall we sit like this, with our hands folded?
NÁDYA. [Laughing] Like that. Hear, a nightingale is singing in the thicket. Sit down and listen. How nice it is to listen!
LEONÍD. Like this?
NÁDYA. Yes, as we sit together. It seems as if I could sit here all my life and listen. What could be better, what more could one want?….
LEONÍD. Nádya, dear, that would really be a bore.