MARÍNA. What, will you strike me, then? Well then, strike me! What are you turning away for? Ah, Nikíta!
NIKÍTA. Supposing some one came in. Of course, it's quite improper. And what's the good of talking?
MARÍNA. So this is the end of it! What has been has flown. You want me to forget it? Well then, Nikíta, listen. I kept my maiden honour as the apple of my eye. You have ruined me for nothing, you have deceived me. You have no pity on a fatherless and motherless girl! [Weeping] You have deserted, you have killed me, but I bear you no malice. God forgive you! If you find a better one you'll forget me, if a worse one you'll remember me. Yes, you will remember, Nikíta! Good-bye, then, if it is to be. Oh, how I loved you! Good-bye for the last time. [Takes his head in her hands and tries to kiss him].
NIKÍTA [tossing his head back] I'm not going to talk with the likes of you. If you won't go away I will, and you may stay here by yourself.
MARÍNA [screams] You are a brute. [In the doorway] God will give you no joy. [Exit, crying].
AKOULÍNA [comes out of closet] You're a dog, Nikíta!
NIKÍTA. What's up?
AKOULÍNA. What a cry she gave! [Cries].
NIKÍTA. What's up with you?
AKOULÍNA. What's up? You've hurt her so. That's the way you'll hurt me also. You're a dog. [Exit into closet].