Page:Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse by Paul Selver.djvu/187

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JUNE
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JENIK (takes hold of her head and looks into her eyes; nodding his head ponderingly): Who is to still such longing as this? Lidka, I hope you may. . .
MRS. LEDYNSKA (entering): My goodness me—
JENIK (joyfully): Mother, don't cross the threshold, or. . .
LIDKA (jumping up suddenly, embarrassed): Yes—
JENIK: You see, mother, Lidka is angry with you. She wanted to coax secrets out of me and now you've spoilt it. . .
LIDKA: Oh, no, mother, I know it. I know all about it now. . . Jenik has—
JENIK : Shhhh!
LIDKA: I know now. (She starts dancing, stops and bends suddenly out of the window into the street): My dears, what lovely air . . . June, June, June. . .
MRS. LEDYNSKA: Something has come over you to-day—
JENIK (laughing): Don't you worry about that, mother.
MRS. LEDYNSKA: Well, now, I'm sure I don't begrudge it you.
JENIK: That was a very nice thing to say. Thank mother for it, Lidka.
LIDKA (looking out of the window): Wait a bit—who can that be? Jenik, there's some