KUSMA. [In a semitone which gradually becomes his ordinary voice] How shouldn’t she? He was a man of means.... Of course you’ll fall in love when the man has a thousand dessiatins and money to burn.... He was a solid, dignified, sober gentleman... always the same, like this... give me your hand [Takes MERIK’S hand] “How do you do and good-bye, do me the favour.” Well, I was going one evening past his garden--and what a garden, brother, versts of it--I was going along quietly, and I look and see the two of them sitting on a seat and kissing each other. [Imitates the sound] He kisses her once, and the snake gives him back two.... He was holding her white, little hand, and she was all fiery and kept on getting closer and closer, too.... “I love you,” she says. And he, like one of the damned, walks about from one place to another and brags, the coward, about his happiness.... Gives one man a rouble, and two to another.... Gives me money for a horse. Let off everybody’s debts.... BORTSOV. Oh, why tell them all about it? These people haven’t any sympathy.... It hurts! KUSMA. It’s nothing, sir! They asked me! Why shouldn’t I tell them? But if you are angry I won’t... I won’t.... What do I care for them.... [Post-bells are heard.] FEDYA. Don’t shout; tell us quietly.... KUSMA. I’ll tell you quietly.... He doesn’t want me to, but it can’t be helped.... But there’s nothing more to tell. They got married, that’s all. There was nothing else. Pour out another drop for Kusma the stony! [Drinks] I don’t like people getting drunk! Why the time the wedding took place, when the gentlefolk sat down to supper afterwards, she went off in a carriage... [Whispers] To the town, to her lover, a lawyer.... Eh? What do you think of her now? Just at the very moment! She would be let off lightly if she were killed for it! MERIK. [Thoughtfully] Well... what happened then? KUSMA. He went mad.... As you see, he started with a fly, as they say, and now it’s grown to a bumble-bee. It was a fly then, and now--it’s a bumble-bee.... And he still loves her. Look at him, he loves her! I expect he’s walking now to the town to get a glimpse of her with one eye.... He’ll get a glimpse of her, and go back.... [The post has driven up to the in.. The POSTMAN enters and has a drink.] TIHON. The post’s late to-day! [The POSTMAN pays in silence and goes out. The post drives off, the bells ringing.] A VOICE FROM THE CORNER. One could rob the post in weather like this--easy as spitting. MERIK. I’ve been alive thirty-five years and I haven’t robbed the post once.... [Pause] It’s gone now... too late, too late.... KUSMA. Do you want to smell the inside of a prison? MERIK. People rob and don’t go to prison. And if I do go! [Suddenly] What else? KUSMA. Do you mean that unfortunate? MERIK. Who else?