Ah— potage aux choux a la Russe! [Agafia comes in with the roast fowl.] Agafia!— if you opened up in Moscow, l'Angleterre would go out of business. Do you want news of Moscow?
Of Babylon? No.
You're right, what do you care? You love the country— you've got it. You love agriculturing, and, Lord knows, you've got it. You love shooting— you’ve got it. You've got everything you want!
All right, go on, then. Have you stopped stealing bread rolls?
Ballet girl, oriental type. How can I help it?
So, nothing new to tell me. How is— how are the Shcherbatskys?
You mean Kitty.
I... Is she engaged now?
No. Vronsky went back to St. Petersburg.
Kitty will be at Ergoshovo visiting Dolly in the summer. You could...
Oh yes, as if I had time in the summer! And I've got extra land this year at Kashin for the haymaking.
Kashin? That’s on the Ergoshovo road, isn't it? Won't you call when Kitty is there?
Especially not then. I humiliated myself once.
Damn you, Kostya, you love Kitty and you can't forgive her because, first, you funked it, then you bungled it, then you ran away from an eighteen-year-old girl who was made a fool of by a uniform. It's Kitty I'm sorry for— not you!
Her heart told her no. Did you come to shoot snipe or criticize me?
