MÁSHA. I heard his name.
FÉDYA. He's an excellent fellow! He came to take me home to my wife. She loves a fool like me, and see what I am doing here …!
MÁSHA. Well, and it's wrong! You ought to go back to her.… You ought to pity her.
FÉDYA. You think I ought to? Well, I think I ought not.
MÁSHA. Of course, if you don't love her you need not. Only love counts.
FÉDYA. And how do you know that?
MÁSHA. Seems I do!
FÉDYA. Well, kiss me then!… Now, let's have “The Flax” once more, and then finish up.
Gipsies sing.
FÉDYA. Ah, how good it is! If only one hadn't to wake up!… If one could die so!