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FÉDYA. Whom else could I love?
MÁSHA. Only me? Well then, read what you have been writing.
FÉDYA. It will bore you.
MÁSHA. It's you who wrote it, so it's sure to be good.
FÉDYA. Well then listen. [Reads] "One day, late in autumn, my friend and
I agreed to meet on the Murýgin fields, where there was a close thicket
with many young birds in it. The day was dull, warm, and quiet. The
mist ..."
Enter two old gipsies, Másha's parents, Iván Makárovich and Nastásia
Ivánovna.
NASTÁSIA [stepping up to her daughter] Here you are then, you damned
runaway sheep! [To Fédya] My respects to you, sir! [To Másha] Is that
how you treat us, eh?
IVÁN [to Fédya] It's wrong, sir, what you're doing! You're ruining the
wench! Oh, but it's wrong ... You're doing a dirty deed.
NASTÁSIA. Put on your shawl! March at once!... Running away like this!
What can I say to the choir? Gallivanting with a beggar--what can you
get out of him?
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