(everyone is dancing)
Katin: Right, it's started, Right, wait a little, she'll be quick. She gives birth wonderfully easy.
(At the Samgins, at the table)
Varavka: Children, why do you go to the wing and spend time with those people whom History itself ordered to resign?
Lydia: Why shouldn't we go there?
Varavka: My advice is - don't go. Fair enough, those people are innocent and harmless, and all their verbose talks boil down to the idea of a change of coat. A typical Russian vote, a circus where they show the tricks that have long been out of fashion. However! they also have a different opinion: if the State has got a political police, then there should be political criminals. And in Russia the revolution is only possible as a common folk revolt, that is a culturally fruitless and destructive event.
Mother: You should certainly listen, Lydia.
Lydia: Father is afraid that these people may infect me with something. No. I think that all their speeches and quarrels is like a hide-and-seek play. People escape their passions, their boredom, perhaps, their vices.
Varavka: Bravo, my daughter. No! This isn't what you should be taught. The history of Russia - this is the discipline that they should study from the year one in order to become a nation. Russia is not yet the nation, no. I'm afraid it will have to shake itself a few times before it becomes one.
Klim: You heard it from Makarov.
Lydia: And so what?
Klim: Nothing. When Makarov is drunk, he says complete nonsence. He even calls love a "rudimentary feeling".
Mother: He clearly doesn't know the meaning of "rudimentary".
(Lydia leaves the table)
Klim: I should go after her, perhaps. I think she's angry at us.
Mother: Good boy. I'll follow you through.
(in the antechambre)
Mother: It is somewhat strange that this Dronov and this crazy and dishevelled Makarov should be your friends. You are so not like them. I want you to know: I believe that you are clever and I don't fear for you, but I think that you're attracted to them by their quasi talents, however I am sure that their talents are nothing but glibness and deftness. Of course, to be deft is a good trait but of a dubious quality, for it very often turns out to be carelessness.
Klim: This is so true.
Mother: Knowing that you are so attentive and caring, I thought it possible to talk to you about one matter. Lydia bothers me. This girl is mad, with difficult inheritance from her mother. Do you remember that story with Turoboev? Of course, it was childish, but... besides my relations with her are not what I would like them to be. Are you not in love with her... a little bit?
Klim: No.
Mother: You probably lack in pocket money?
Klim: I have enough.
Mother: My boy, at your age one may no longer be ashamed of certain desires. (Klim leaves, Vera Ivanovna turns to the cat). Vassily...
(In the garden)
Varavka: And how did you notice that?
Mother: He hugged me rather strangely. Like this...
Varavka: At his age I was in love with my own aunt.
Mother: Nonsense!
Varavka: Don't worry, he's neither a romantic nor a fool. It's a pity our maid is so ugly. Close the window.
(On the bench)
Klim: I have the news, Lida. I absolutely don't believe in God.
Lydia: This is silly. We have a girl in the class who doesn't believe. She says that she doesn't believe. But this is because she's a hunchback.
Klim: What? What's wrong with you?
Lydia: Nothing. Why?
Klim: Your face has changed.
Lydia: Really? How?
(Makarov appears)
Makarov: This is beautiful.
Lydia: This is ordinary. I'm going to Alina's.
Makarov: She's so fine. Like a needle. And such a strange surname: Varavka. Lydia Varavka.
Lydia: I changed my mind! Beautiful is what I like.
Makarov: What do you say! Isn't there too little of it?
Lydia: Just enough.
Klim: Spencer defines Beauty like...
Lydia: Oh, what a terrible tobacco! Are you using it to smoke fish, Makarov?
Makarov: You're awkwardly original. Why are you angry?
Lydia: I hate nigilists like you. You're posing, smoking... Why do you give silly books to Ljuba Somova to read? You gave her "What to do?" by Chernyshevsky, well, it is a silly novel. It's not worth two pages of "The First Love" by Turgenev.
Makarov: But girls do like sweet and sour stories.
Lydia: The man who surrenders his woman to another man is a softie.
Klim: However, if we consider the story of a relationship between Herzen...
Lydia: Oh, a story-teller from across the Channel! (Makarov laughs). What are you laughing at?
Makarov: Angry and clever. Yes? Oh, Klim... you are fond of her.
Klim: I? What about you?
Makarov: I visit the writer's place so I could see her. But maybe, I've dreamt it all?
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