Masha. What an idea! [A pause.
Medviedenko. Come home with me, Masha.
Masha. [Shaking her head] I shall spend the night here.
Medviedenko. [Imploringly] Do come, Masha. The baby must be hungry.
Masha. Nonsense, Matriona will feed it. [A pause.
Medviedenko. It is a pity to leave him three nights without his mother.
Masha. You are getting too tiresome. You used sometimes to talk of other things besides home and the baby, home and the baby. That is all I ever hear from you now.
Medviedenko. Come home, Masha.
Masha. You can go home if you want to.
Medviedenko. Your father won’t give me a horse.
Masha. Yes, he will; ask him.
Medviedenko. I think I shall. Are you coming home to-morrow?
Masha. Yes, yes, to-morrow.
She takes snuff. Treplieff and Paulina come in. Treplieff is carrying some pillows and a blanket, and Paulina is carrying sheets and pillow cases. They lay them on the divan, and Treplieff goes and sits down at his desk.
Masha. Who is that for, mother?
Paulina. Mr. Sorin asked to sleep in Constantine’s room to-night.
Masha. Let me make the bed.
She makes the bed. Paulina goes up to the desk and looks at the manuscripts lying on it.
Medviedenko. Well, I am going. Good-bye, Masha. [He kisses his wife’s hand] Good-bye, mother.
