PETRÚSHIN. You and your wife.
FÉDYA. And at best?
PETRÚSHIN. Church penance, and of course annulment of the second marriage.
FÉDYA. Then they will again tie me to her—or rather, her to me?
PETRÚSHIN. Yes, that must be so. But don't excite yourself, and please say what I told you, and above all, don't say anything superfluous. However [noticing that a circle of listeners has formed round them] I am tired, and will go and sit down; and you'd better take a rest. The chief thing is, not to lose courage!
FÉDYA. No other sentence is possible?
PETRÚSHIN [going] No other.
Enter Attendant.
ATTENDANT. Pass on! Pass on! No loitering in the corridor!
FÉDYA. Directly! [Takes out revolver and shoots himself in the heart. Falls. All rush on him] All right, I think it is done.… Lisa!…