nikolai lvovich, please go away, really now. i'm going. fyodor, are you asleep? why don't you go home? my darling masha, oh my sweet, precious masha. she's tired freddy, let her rest a while. yes, i'll go in a minute. my dear wife, my own good wife, if only you know how much i love you, only you. -- yes. we really shouldn't do messing work. i married you seven years ago and it seemed as if it were only yesterday. my dear, well, you are amazing. oh, i am so happy, happy, happy. and i'm so bored, bored, bored. i can't get it out of my head. it's simply disgusting. it's like having a nail driven in your head. no, i can't keep quiet any longer. it's about andrei. he has actually mortgaged this house to a bank and his wife's got hold of all the money and yet this house doesn't belong to him. it belongs to all four of us. surely he must realize that if he has any honesty. masha, why bring this up? why we talk about it now? andrei owes money all around, let him alone. anyway, it's disgusting. well, we aren't poor. i have my job. i teach at the county school. i give less