NATASHA. [At the window, nursing her boy] Bobby! Naughty Bobby! Bad little Bobby!
ANDREY. [Looking through the papers] All right, I’ll look them over and sign if necessary, and you can take them back to the offices....
[Goes into house reading papers; FERAPONT takes the perambulator to the back of the garden.]
NATASHA. [At the window] Bobby, what’s your mother’s name? Dear, dear! And who’s this? That’s Aunt Olga. Say to your aunt, “How do you do, Olga!”
[Two wandering musicians, a man and a girl, are playing on a violin and a harp. VERSHININ, OLGA, and ANFISA come out of the house and listen for a minute in silence; IRINA comes up to them.]
OLGA. Our garden might be a public thoroughfare, from the way people walk and ride across it. Nurse, give those musicians something!
ANFISA. [Gives money to the musicians] Go away with God’s blessing on you. [The musicians bow and go away] A bitter sort of people. You don’t play on a full stomach. [To IRINA] How do you do, Arisha! [Kisses her] Well, little girl, here I am, still alive! Still alive! In the High School, together with little Olga, in her official apartments... so the Lord has appointed for my old age. Sinful woman that I am, I’ve never lived like that in my life before.... A large flat, government property, and I’ve a whole room and bed to myself. All government property. I wake up at nights and, oh God, and Holy Mother, there isn’t a happier person than I!
VERSHININ. [Looks at his watch] We are going soon, Olga Sergeyevna. It’s time for me to go. [Pause] I wish you every... every.... Where’s Maria Sergeyevna?
IRINA. She’s somewhere in the garden. I’ll go and look for her.
VERSHININ. If you’ll be so kind. I haven’t time.