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green oak... by the sea."... OLGA. Don't, Masha, don't... give her some water.... MASHA. I'm not crying any more.... KULIGIN. She's not crying any more... she's a good... [A shot is heard from a distance.] MASHA. "There stands a green oak by the sea, And a chain of bright gold is around it... An oak of green gold...." I'm mixing it up.... [Drinks some water] Life is dull... I don't want anything more now... I'll be all right in a moment.... It doesn't matter.... What do those lines mean? Why do they run in my head? My thoughts are all tangled. [IRINA enters.] OLGA. Be quiet, Masha. There's a good girl.... Let's go in. MASHA. [Angrily] I shan't go in there. [Sobs, but controls herself at once] I'm not going to go into the house, I won't go.... IRINA. Let's sit here together and say nothing. I'm going away to-morrow.... [Pause.] KULIGIN. Yesterday I took away these whiskers and this beard from a boy in the third class.... [He puts on the whiskers and beard] Don't I look like the German master.... [Laughs] Don't I? The boys are amusing. MASHA. You really do look like that German of yours. OLGA. [Laughs] Yes. [MASHA weeps.] IRINA. Don't, Masha! KULIGIN. It's a very good likeness.... [Enter NATASHA.] NATASHA. [To the maid] What? Mihail Ivanitch Protopopov will sit with little Sophie, and Andrey Sergeyevitch can take little Bobby out. Children are such a bother.... [To IRINA] Irina, it's such a pity you're going away to-morrow. Do stop just another week. [Sees KULIGIN and screams; he laughs and takes off his beard and whiskers] How you frightened me! [To IRINA] I've grown used to you and do you think it will be easy for me to part from you? I'm going to have Andrey and his violin put into your room--let him fiddle away in there!--and we'll put little Sophie into his room. The beautiful, lovely child! What a little girlie! To-day she looked at me with such pretty eyes and said "Mamma!" KULIGIN. A beautiful child, it's quite true. NATASHA. That means I shall have the place to myself to-morrow. [Sighs] In the first place I shall have that avenue of fir-trees cut down, then that maple. It's so ugly at nights.... [To IRINA] That belt doesn't suit you at all, dear.... It's an error of taste. And I'll give orders to have lots and lots of little flowers planted here, and they'll smell.... [Severely] Why is there a fork lying about here on the seat? [Going towards the house, to th
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