Plays by Aleksandr Nikolaevich Ostrovsky Part 45

BABaYEV. Tanya, isn't it a sin for you to talk so? Now, tell me, isn't it?

TATYaNA. What?

BABaYEV. Isn't it a sin to suspect me?

TATYaNA. Oh, you! One can't tell whether you're making believe or not.

BABaYEV. Why should you tell, my angel! Don't worry about me! Just ask your own heart what it tells you! [_Embraces her_.

TATYaNA. But what does yours tell you?

BABaYEV. Yes, but, Tanya, you don't believe me; you say that I'm making believe, and yet you are asking questions. But how could I deceive you?

TATYaNA. You aren't a bit interested! You're just talking.

BABaYEV. Don't be afraid; I'll not deceive! Why should I deceive you?

[_Leans towards her; she listens with downcast eyes_] I'll tell you what, Tanya! My heart tells me that I have never loved any one as I do you. It's all the same whether you believe me or not. But I will prove that it is the truth, and you yourself will agree with me. Why, I don't tell you that I've never seen women more beautiful than you, or cleverer. Then you might tell me to my face that I lied. No, I have seen more beautiful women than you, and cleverer; but I have never seen such a darling, charming, artless little woman as you.

TATYaNA. [Sighing] Artless--Ah, you speak the truth.

BABaYEV. Well, I've told you what I feel. Why don't you tell me?

TATYaNA. What should I say? I don't know how. I might say more than you.

But why say anything--you know yourself.

BABaYEV. That is, possibly, I guess, but----

TATYaNA. Why "but"? There's nothing to be said!

BABaYEV. Yes, there is. I guess the secret but I get no good from it.

[_Pause_] Tell me yourself that you love me! Well, how about it, Tanya?

TATYaNA. What do you want?

BABaYEV. Do you love me? [_Pause_] Do you love me?

TATYaNA. [_Dropping her eyes_] Well, yes.

BABaYEV. Very much? [_Pause_] Why are you silent? Do you love me very much?

TATYaNA. Yes.

BABaYEV. Will you go to the village with me?

TATYaNA. Ah, stop urging me!

BABaYEV. Well, you needn't go to the village then. I know what we'll do: I'll rent a lodging here in the city, and will come here every other week.

Do you agree to that?

TATYaNA. Yes.

BABaYEV. Now you see, my darling Tanechka, I'm ready to do anything for you.

TATYaNA. I see.

BABaYEV. And you? [_Pause_] Why are you silent?

TATYaNA. But our compact?

BABaYEV. What compact?

TATYaNA. Yesterday's. You remember, on the bank.

BABaYEV. What's there to remember? There wasn't any compact.

TATYaNA. Shameless, you're shameless! Can you forget so soon!

BABaYEV. I don't want to know of any compacts. [_Embraces and kisses her_.

TATYaNA. [_Rising_] Oh! Stop, please!

BABaYEV. Why "stop"? What do you mean by "stop"?

TATYaNA. I mean, stop.

BABaYEV. What whims!

TATYaNA. No whims at all, only please move a little further off.

BABaYEV. If you're going to be so whimsical, then I'll go away. I'll drop the business for which I came and will go away immediately.

TATYaNA. Very well, go.

BABaYEV. I'm not joking. Karp! [KARP _comes in_] Pack up and then go order horses.

KARP. Yes, sir.

TATYaNA. So that's the way? Well, good luck to you! Good-by! [_Runs out_.

KARP. Well, sir, do you want me to pack up?

BABaYEV. Pack up, for where? You make me tired, man! [_Goes to the window_]

I wonder if they've gone home?

KARP. They won't leave.

BABaYEV. That's none of your business! Get out!

KARP _goes out_; LUKeRYA _comes in_.