RAZLYULYÁYEV. Ha, ha, ha! Anna Ivánovna, you have said it exactly. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Not a bit of it! MÁSHA. [_To_ LÍZA] Oh, how embarrassing! LÍZA. Anna Ivánovna, you are just saying what isn't true. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Oh, you modest thing! I'd like to say a word--but it wouldn't be nice before the boys!--I've been a girl myself. I know all about it. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. There are girls and girls! MÁSHA. Oh, how embarrassing! LÍZA. What you say sounds very strange to us, and, I must say, it's disconcerting. RAZLYULYÁYEV. Ha, ha, ha! ANNA IVÁNOVNA. What were we talking about just now up-stairs? Do you want me to tell? Shall I tell them? Well, have you calmed down now? RAZLYULYÁYEV. Ha, ha, ha! ANNA IVÁNOVNA. What are _you_ opening your mouth for? It wasn't about you--don't you worry. RAZLYULYÁYEV. Even if it wasn't about me, still it may be there is some one who thinks about me. I know what I know! [_Dances to a tune_. "Who does not love a hussar! Life without love would be sad!" ANNA IVÁNOVNA. [_Walking towards_ GÚSLIN] Well, guitar player, when will you marry me? GÚSLIN. [_Playing on the guitar_] When I can get permission from Gordéy Kárpych. What's the use of hurrying! It isn't raining on us! [_Nods his head_] Come along here, Anna Ivánovna; I've got something to say to you. _She goes to him, and sits near him; he whispers in her ear, looking towards_ LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA _and_ MÍTYA. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. What do you say!--Really? GÚSLIN. It's really true. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Well, then, all right; keep quiet! [_They talk in a whisper_. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. You, Mítya, will you come to us later on in the evening? MÍTYA. I will. RAZLYULYÁYEV. And I'm coming; I'm good at dancing. [_Stands with arms akimbo_] Girls! do fall in love with me, one of you! MÁSHA. You ought to be ashamed of yourself! What's that you're saying? RAZLYULYÁYEV. Why such airs! I say, fall in love with me, somebody--yes--for my simplicity. LÍZA. People don't talk like that to girls. You ought to wait till they do fall in love with you. RAZLYULYÁYEV. Yes, much I'll get from you by waiting! [_Dances_ "Who does not love a hussar!" LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. [_Looking at_ MÍTYA] It may be somebody loves somebody and won't tell! He must guess himself. LÍZA. How can any girl in the world say that! MÁSHA. I know it! ANNA IVÁNOVNA. [_Goes up to them and looks now at_ LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA _and now at_ MÍTYA _and sings_: "Already it is seen If somebody loves somebody-- Opposite the beloved one she seats herself Heavily sighing." MÍTYA. Who does that apply to? ANNA IVÁNOVNA. We know to whom. RAZLYULYÁYEV. Stay, girls, I'll sing you a song. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Sing, sing! RAZLYULYÁYEV. [_Sings slowly_] "A bear was flying through the sky." ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Don't you know anything worse than that! LÍZA. We might think you were making fun of us. RAZLYULYÁYEV. If this isn't good enough I'll sing you another, for I'm a jolly fellow. [_Sings_.