Plays by Anton Chekhov, Second Series by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
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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. |
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