It's really simple, except the rhythm.... FÉDYA (waves his hand, goes to Másha, and sits down on sofa beside her) Oh, Másha, Másha! How you do turn me inside-out! MÁSHA. And how about what I asked you for? FÉDYA. What? Money?... (Takes some out of his trouser-pocket) Here, take it! Másha laughs, takes it, and hides it in her bosom. FÉDYA (to the gipsies) Who can make it out? She opens heaven for me, and then asks for money to buy scents with! (To Másha) Why, you don't in the least understand what you're doing! MÁSHA. Not understand indeed! I understand that when I am in love, I try to please my man, and sing all the better. FÉDYA. Do you love me? MÁSHA. Looks like it! FÉDYA. Wonderful! (Kisses her). Exeunt most of the gipsies. Some couples remain: Fédya with Másha, Afrémov with Kátya, and the officer with Gásha. The musician writes. A gipsy man strums a valse tune on the guitar. FÉDYA. But I'm married, and your choir won't allow it.... MÁSHA. The choir is one thing, one's heart's another! I love those I love, and hate those I hate. FÉDYA. Ah! This is good! Isn't it? MÁSHA. Of course it's good--we've jolly visitors, and are all merry. Enter gipsy man. GIPSY (to Fédya) A gentleman is asking for you. FÉDYA. What gentleman?

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