KVASHNYA. Go on—show your teeth! What sort of a man are you anyway, Alyoshka?

ALYOSHKA. Oh—I am first-rate! Master of all trades! I follow my nose!

BUBNOFF [near the Tartar’s bunk] Come on! At all events—we won’t let you sleep! We’ll sing all night. Zob!

ZOB. Sing—? All right . . .

ALYOSHKA. And I’ll play . . .

SATINE. We’ll listen!

THE TARTAR [smiling] Well—Bubnoff—you devil—bring the vodka—we’ll drink—we’ll have a hell of a good time! The end will come soon enough—and then we’ll be dead!

BUBNOFF. Fill his glass, Satine! Zob—sit down! Ah—brothers—what does a man need after all? There, for instance, I’ve had a drink—and I’m happy! Zob! Start my favorite song! I’ll sing—and then I’ll cry. . . .

ZOB [begins to sing]

“The sun rises and sets . . .”