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AFRÉMOV. What do you think of that?... Now then, "My Brave Lads"!
Gipsies sing.
Afrémov gesticulates and dances. The gipsies smile and continue
singing, clapping their hands. Afrémov sits down and the song ends.
GIPSIES. Bravo! Michael Andréyevich![4] He's a real gipsy!
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4] The polite way of addressing Mr. Afrémov.
FÉDYA. Well, now "Not at Eve"!
Gipsies sing.
FÉDYA. That's it! It's wonderful ... And where does it all happen--all
that this music expresses? Ah, it's fine!... And how is it man can reach
such ecstasy, and cannot keep it?
MUSICIAN [taking notes] Yes, it's most original.
FÉDYA. Not original--but the real thing!
AFRÉMOV [to gipsies] Well, have a rest now. [Takes the guitar and sits
down beside Kátya, one of the gipsies].
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