Nikíta (gets up angrily). What does this look like, your coming here?
Marína. Oh, Nikíta!
Nikíta. Well, you are strange! What have you come for?
Marína. Nikíta!
Nikíta. That's my name. What do you want with Nikíta? Well, what next? Go away, I tell you!
Marína. I see, you do want to throw me over.
Nikíta. Well, and what's there to remember? You yourself don't know. When you stood out there round the corner and sent Nan for me, and I didn't come, wasn't it plain enough that you're not wanted? It seems pretty simple. So there—go!
Marína. Not wanted! So now I'm not wanted! I believed you when you said you would love me. And now that you've ruined me, I'm not wanted.
Nikíta. Where's the good of talking? This is quite improper. You've been telling tales to father. Now, do go away, will you?
Marína. You know yourself I never loved any one but you. Whether you married me or not, I'd not have been angry. I've done you no wrong, then why have you left off caring for me? Why?