Másha laughs, takes it, and hides it in her bosom.
FÉDYA [to the gipsies] Who can make it out? She opens heaven for me, and then asks for money to buy scents with! [To Másha] Why, you don't in the least understand what you're doing!
MÁSHA. Not understand indeed! I understand that when I am in love, I try to please my man, and sing all the better.
FÉDYA. Do you love me?
MÁSHA. Looks like it!
FÉDYA. Wonderful! [Kisses her].
Exeunt most of the gipsies. Some couples remain: Fédya with Másha, Afrémov with Kátya, and the officer with Gásha. The musician writes. A gipsy man strums a valse tune on the guitar.
FÉDYA. But I'm married, and your choir won't allow it.…
MÁSHA. The choir is one thing, one's heart's another! I love those I love, and hate those I hate.
FÉDYA. Ah! This is good! Isn't it?