Masha. Oh, it's always "My joy," "Your love." Where's your love and my joy?
Fédya (a little wearily). Well, Masha, after all, you've got all I can give, the best I've ever had to give, perhaps, because you're so strong, so beautiful, that sometimes you've made me know how to make you glad. So why torture yourself?
Masha (kneels and puts her arms around his neck). I won't if you're sure you love me.
Fédya (coming closer to her). My beautiful young Masha.
Masha (tearfully, searching his face). You do love me?
Fédya. Of course, of course.
Masha. Only me, only me?
Fédya (kissing her). Darling, only you.
Masha (with a return to brightness). Now read me what you've written.
Fédya. It may bore you.