Rodion. What a bullshit! Do I look like a gigolo?
Myshevsky. We are all a bit of a horse, as one poet said. Didn’t you hear the key word "tries one’s best" in my phrase? It is not a shame to earn money by trying your best. On the contrary, it's embarrassing to be poor.
Rodion. Yeah, it’s too nasty! But what about Olya?
Myshevsky. What about Olya? She's a big girl, she will survive.
Rodion. Well, you are right, but still …
Myshevsky. Besides, Olya loves money too much. And all the things that money can give her. Do you think, Rodion, she would put up with your poverty?
Rodion. Well, if she loves…
Olga enters.
Myshevsky. You can ask her about this, Rodion. And get rid of your doubts… Did you want to tell me something, Olga Alekseevna?
Olga. Stalver Udarpyatovich is ready to talk to you, Andrey Sigizmundovich.
Myshevsky. This is very smart of him.
Olga. But he asks for a couple of minutes to put himself in order.
Myshevsky. Oh, those old intellectuals! Well, I don't mind. Meanwhile, I am going to calm my rats down. You are right, Rodion, they got too active… Olga Alekseevna, could you please stay here until I come back. I am sure you won’t be bored.
Myshevsky leaves.
Rodion. Olya!
Olga. What would you like, Rodion Stalverovich?
Rodion. Are you kidding?
Olga. Not at all, Rodion Stalverovich! Laughter is an unaffordable luxury for women like me. This was clearly explained to me.
Rodion. What’s happened to you? Did someone offend you?
Olga. Such woman like me cannot be offended.
Rodion. What kind of woman? You are the most wonderful in the world! No other can be compared to you.
Olga. The most wonderful woman in the world can not be sold for a diamond ring.
Rodion. Holy cow! But it's not true! I didn't buy you.
Olga. Then why are you asking me to pay you back?
Rodion. Not at all! That was a gift. I insisted that you took it! Do you remember?!
Olga. So, then… Thank you for the gift. And for everything else too. And goodbye, Rodion Stalverovich! Don't pursue me with your love. Or whatever you’ve got about me… Some whim of a spoiled boy, a momentary impulsive entertainment…
Rodion. What have they done to you, Olya!
Olga. Who do you mean?
Rodion. Those rats led by Myshevsky, that are roaming around our apartment now.
Olga. What are you talking about, Rodion Stalverovich? I don’t understand!
Rodion. I was blind as a mole. I was looking at everything, but saw nothing. But still I am the son of my father and I can think. It's them! And you are afraid of them for some reason.
