Vera. O, Vasil! And the old, dead Winter is——
Vasil. Yes, the Czar.
Vera. O, I'm afraid! Let me burn it, Vasil.
Vasil. [Taking it from her] No.
Vera. Suppose somebody should find it—a spy?
Vasil. He wouldn't understand it. You didn't yourself.
Vera. But I'm a stupid.
Vasil. [Catching her in his arms] Are you, little sister?
Vera. Let me have it, Vasil.