Musician. It's all very simple, except the rhythm. That's very strange.
Fédya. Oh, Masha, Masha! You turn my soul inside out.
[Gypsies hum a song softly.
Masha (sitting on couch L. with FÉDYA). Do I? But what was it I asked you for?
Fédya. What? Oh, money. Voilà, mademoiselle.
[He takes money front his trousers pocket. MASHA laughs, takes the money, counts it swiftly, and hides it in her dress.
Fédya. Look at this strange creature. When she sings she rushes me into the sky and all she asks for is money, little presents of money for throwing open the Gates of Paradise. You don't know yourself, at all, do you?
Masha. What's the use of me wondering about myself? I know when I'm in love, and I know that I sing best when my love is singing.
Fédya. Do you love me?
Masha (murmuring). I love you.