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ACT V
SCENE 1
A dirty room in a low-class restaurant. A table, at which people sit
drinking tea and vódka. In the foreground a small table, at which
sits Fédya, tattered, and much come down in the world. With him is
Petushkóv, a gentle, mild man with long hair, of clerical
appearance. Both are slightly drunk.
PETUSHKÓV. I understand, I understand. That is true love! Yes? Go on.
FÉDYA. Well, you know, if a woman of our class showed such feeling and
sacrificed everything for the man she loved.... But she was a gipsy,
brought up to money-hunting, and yet she had this self-sacrificing love!
Gave everything, and wanted nothing herself! The contrast was so
wonderful!
PETUSHKÓV. Yes, in art we call it "value." You can only get quite bright
red by putting green round it. But that's not to the point. I
understand, quite understand.
FÉDYA. Yes, and I believe the one good action of my life is that I never
took advantage of her love. And do you know why?
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