GÚSLIN. Let's make up a tune for it, and we'll sing it.
MÍTYA. Good! Here, take this [gives him a paper] and I'll write a little—I have some work: most likely Gordéy Kárpych will be asking me about it. [Sits and writes.
GÚSLIN takes the guitar and begins to pick out a tune. RAZLYULYÁYEV comes in with an accordion.
SCENE VI
The same and RAZLYULYÁYEV
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Hello, boys! [Plays on the accordion and begins to dance.
GÚSLIN. What a fool! What did you buy that accordion for?
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Why, I bought it to play on, of course—this way. [Plays.
GÚSLIN. Well, that's fine music, I must say! Stop, I tell you!
RAZLYULYÁYEV. What! Do you think I'll stop? I'll stop when I want to.—What airs! Haven't I got any money? [Slapping his pocket] It chinks! If we go on a spree—then it's some spree!