GÚSLIN. Yes, indeed; but you must stop it! Now Anna Ivánovna is my equal; she has no money, and I haven't a kopek—and even so uncle forbids me to marry. It's no use for you to think of doing so. You'll get it into your head and then it'll be still harder for you.
MÍTYA. [Declaiming] "What of all things is most cruel? The most cruel thing is love." [Walking about the room.] Yasha, have you read Koltsóv?
GÚSLIN. Yes, why?
MÍTYA. How he describes all these feelings!
GÚSLIN. He does describe them exactly.
MÍTYA. Exactly, to perfection. [Walking about the room] Yasha!
GÚSLIN. What?
MÍTYA. I myself have composed a song.
GÚSLIN. You?
MÍTYA. Yes.