Masha (R. of table L. C.-scornfully). Where's the good in her if she left you?
Fédya. She didn't. I left her.
Masha. She made you think she'd be happier without you. But go on—— (Impatiently.) Blame yourself, what else.
Fédya. There's you, Masha. Young, lovely, awfully dear to me. If I stay alive, ah, where will you be?
Masha. Don't bother about me. You can't hurt me.
Fédya (sighing). But the big reason, the biggest reason of all, is myself. I'm just lost. Your father is right, my dear. I'm no good.
Masha (crossing to him, at once tenderly and savagely). I won't unfasten myself from you. I'll stick to you, no matter where you take me, no matter what you do. You're alive, terribly alive, and I love you. Fédya, drop all this horror.
Fédya. How can I?
Masha (trying to project the very essence of her vitality into him). Oh, you can, you can.
Fédya (slowly). When I look at you, I feel as though I could do anything.