Is it long you have been roaming over the world, musician?
ORGAN-GRINDER.
Morosely,
I used to have a monkey before—music and a monkey. The monkey was eaten up by the fleas, and my music box started to screech, and I am looking for a tree on which to hang myself. That is all.
A little girl runs in. She looks curiously at the organ-grinder, then turns to Sonka.
LITTLE GIRL.
Sonka, Ruzya died.
SONKA.
Already?
LITTLE GIRL.