we have our duel please show me how to shoot. I have never had a pistol in my hand before!
Luka. God be merciful and have pity upon us! I'll go and get the gardener and the coachman. Why has this horror come to us? (He goes out)
Smirnov. (Looking at the pistols) You see, there are different kinds. There are special duelling pistols with cap and ball. But these are revolvers, Smith & Wesson, with ejectors; fine pistols! A pair like that cost at least ninety rubles. This is the way to hold a revolver. (Aside) Those eyes, those eyes! A real woman!
Mrs. Popov. Like this?
Smirnov. Yes, that way. Then you pull the hammer back—so—then you aim—put your head back a little. Just stretch your arm out, please. So—then press your finger on the thing like that, and that is all. The chief thing is this: don't get excited, don't hurry your aim, and take care that your hand doesn't tremble.
Mrs. Popov. It isn't well to shoot inside; let's go into the garden.
Smirnov. Yes. I'll tell you now, I am going to shoot into the air.
Mrs. Popov. That is too much! Why?
Smirnov. Because—because. That's my business.
Mrs. Popov. You are afraid. Yes. A-h-h-h. No, no, my dear sir, no flinching! Please follow me. I won't rest until I've made a hole in that head I hate so much. Are you afraid?
Smirnov. Yes, I'm afraid.
Mrs. Popov. You are lying. Why won't you fight?
Smirnov. Because—because—I—like you.
Mrs. Popov. (With an angry laugh) You like me! He dares to say he likes me! (She points to the door) Go.
