[Fire-alarm. The stage is clear.]
IRINA. [behind her screen] Olga, who’s knocking on the floor?
OLGA. It’s doctor Ivan Romanovitch. He’s drunk.
IRINA. What a restless night! [Pause] Olga! [Looks out] Did you hear? They are taking the brigade away from us; it’s going to be transferred to some place far away.
OLGA. It’s only a rumour.
IRINA. Then we shall be left alone.... Olga!
OLGA. Well?
IRINA. My dear, darling sister, I esteem, I highly value the Baron, he’s a splendid man; I’ll marry him, I’ll consent, only let’s go to Moscow! I implore you, let’s go! There’s nothing better than Moscow on earth! Let’s go, Olga, let’s go!
Curtain