ANNA IVÁNOVNA. [Walking towards GÚSLIN] Well, guitar player, when will you marry me?
GÚSLIN. [Playing on the guitar] When I can get permission from Gordéy Kárpych. What's the use of hurrying! It isn't raining on us! [Nods his head] Come along here, Anna Ivánovna; I've got something to say to you.
She goes to him, and sits near him; he whispers in her ear, looking towards LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA and MÍTYA.
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. What do you say!—Really?
GÚSLIN. It's really true.
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Well, then, all right; keep quiet! [They talk in a whisper.
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. You, Mítya, will you come to us later on in the evening?
MÍTYA. I will.
RAZLYULYÁYEV. And I'm coming; I'm good at dancing. [Stands with arms akimbo] Girls! do fall in love with me, one of you!
MÁSHA. You ought to be ashamed of yourself! What's that you're saying?