IRINA. And he made that frame there, on the piano as well. [Andrey waves his hand and walks away.] OLGA. He’s got a degree, and plays the violin, and cuts all sorts of things out of wood, and is really a domestic Admirable Crichton. Don’t go away, Andrey! He’s got into a habit of always going away. Come here! [MASHA and IRINA take his arms and laughingly lead him back.] MASHA. Come on, come on! ANDREY. Please leave me alone. MASHA. You are funny. Alexander Ignateyevitch used to be called the lovelorn Major, but he never minded. VERSHININ. Not the least. MASHA. I’d like to call you the lovelorn fiddler! IRINA. Or the lovelorn professor! OLGA. He’s in love! little Andrey is in love! IRINA. [Applauds] Bravo, Bravo! Encore! Little Andrey is in love. CHEBUTIKIN. [Goes up behind ANDREY and takes him round the waist with both arms] Nature only brought us into the world that we should love! [Roars with laughter, then sits down and reads a newspaper which he takes out of his pocket.] ANDREY. That’s enough, quite enough.... [Wipes his face] I couldn’t sleep all night and now I can’t quite find my feet, so to speak. I read until four o’clock, then tried to sleep, but nothing happened. I thought about one thing and another, and then it dawned and the sun crawled into my bedroom. This summer, while I’m here, I want to translate a book from the English.... VERSHININ. Do you read English? ANDREY. Yes father, rest his soul, educated us almost violently. It may seem funny and silly, but it’s nevertheless true, that after his death I began to fill out and get rounder, as if my body had had some great pressure taken off it. Thanks to father, my sisters and I know French, German, and English, and Irina knows Italian as well. But we paid dearly for it all! MASHA. A knowledge of three languages is an unnecessary luxury in this town. It isn’t even a luxury but a sort of useless extra, like a sixth finger. We know a lot too much.