GÚSLIN. Tell me about it.
MÍTYA. [Waving his hand] What for?
GÚSLIN. Yes, tell me; don't put on airs!
MÍTYA. Whether I tell you or not, you can't help me!
GÚSLIN. How do you know?
MÍTYA. [Walking toward GÚSLIN] Nobody can help me—I am a lost man! I've fallen wildly in love with Lyubóv Gordéyevna.
GÚSLIN. What's the matter with you, Mítya? Whatever do you mean?
MÍTYA. Well, anyhow, it's a fact.
GÚSLIN. You'd better put it out of your head, Mítya. Nothing can ever come of that, so there's no use thinking about it.
MÍTYA. Though I know all this, one cannot control one's heart. "To love is most easy, one cannot forget." [He speaks with violent gestures] "I love the beautiful girl more than family, more than race; but evil people forbid me, and they bid me cease."