VANOVNA. [_Walking towards_ GUSLIN] Well, guitar player, when will
you marry me?

GUSLIN. [_Playing on the guitar_] When I can get permission from Gordey
Karpych. What's the use of hurrying! It isn't raining on us! [_Nods his
head_] Come along here, Anna Ivanovna; I've got something to say to you.

_She goes to him, and sits near him; he whispers in her ear, looking
towards_ LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA _and_ MITYA.

ANNA IVANOVNA. What do you say!--Really?

GUSLIN. It's really true.

ANNA IVANOVNA. Well, then, all right; keep quiet! [_They talk in a
whisper_.

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA. You, Mitya, will you come to us later on in the evening?

MITYA. I will.

RAZLYULYAYEV. And I'm coming; I'm good at dancing. [_Stands with arms
akimbo_] Girls! do fall in love with me, one of you!

MASHA. You ought to be ashamed of yourself! What's that you're saying?

RAZLYULYAYEV. Why such airs! I say, fall in love with me,
somebody--yes--for my simplicity.

LIZA. People don't talk like that to girls. You ought to wait till they do
fall in love with you.

RAZLYULYAYEV. Yes, much I'll get from you by waiting! [_Dances_

"Who does not love a hussar!"

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA. [_Looking at_ MITYA] It may be somebody loves somebody
and won't tell! He must guess himself.

LIZA. How can any girl in the world say that!

MASHA. I know it!

ANNA IVANOVNA. [_Goes up to them and looks now at_ LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA _and
now at_ MITYA _and sings_:

"Already it is seen
If somebody loves somebody--
Opposite the beloved one she seats herself
Heavily sighing."

MITYA. Who does that apply to?

ANNA IVANOVNA. We know to whom.

RAZLYULYAYEV. Stay, girls, I'll sing you a song.

ANNA IVANOVNA. Sing, sing!

RAZLYULYAYEV. [_Sings slowly_]

"A bear was flying through the sky."

ANNA IVANOVNA. Don't you know anything worse than that!

LIZA. We might think you were making fun of us.

RAZLYULYAYEV. If this isn't good enough I'll sing you another, for I'm a
jolly fellow. [_Sings_.

"Beat! Beat! upon the board.
Moscow! Moscow! that's the word.
Moscow's got it in his head
That Kolomna he will wed.
Tula laughs with all his heart.
But with the dowry will not part.
Buckwheat is tuppence. It's twenty for oats.
Millet is sixpence and barley three groats.
[_Turns towards the girls_.
If only oats would but come down!
It's costly carting 'em to town."