Olga. Stalver Udarpyatovich!
Golyshkin. Don't console me, Olya! I have put up with this thought already. Besides, today I have heard such awful things from Rodion, my only son, the meaning of my life… So, I have no reason to live any longer. Nobody needs me. Nobody loves me.
Olga. But what if you're wrong?
Golyshkin. Unfortunately, that’s true!
Olga. But I know for sure that you are wrong.
Golyshkin. Why am I wrong?
Olga. You are wrong thinking that no one loves you.
Golyshkin. How can you prove it?
Olga. I only have my blind female heart. And it tells me that it loves you.
Golyshkin. Olya! I can’t believe it!
Olga. Neither can I. Maybe let’s test my heart on a lie detector? Or will it be enough to kiss me? And if it doesn't beat more often, then it's lying.
Golyshkin. Olya!
Olga. No words needed. Just kiss me. And put your hand on my heart.
Golyshkin kisses Olga. Rodion appears at the door. Having watched them for a while, he leaves. Myshevsky enters.
Myshevsky. Oh, it looks like I'm not in right time!
Olga screams out and runs away.
Golyshkin. Hmm… You see, Mr. Myshevsky…
Myshevsky. My congratulations, professor! You’ve captivated such a woman! I get envy and admire you!
Golyshkin. With your unexpected visit, you’ve embarrassed Olga Alekseevna.
Myshevsky. Please excuse me, if I was impolite.
Golyshkin. It was just an innocent kiss…
Myshevsky. It didn't look so. Anyway, it could be innocent of your part, professor. But in that case, be careful, for you are playing with the innocent girl's feelings!
Golyshkin. Do you really think that Olga Alekseevna has some feelings about me?
Myshevsky. Definitely! She told me that herself.
Golyshkin. Really?
Myshevsky. Poor girl… she is suffering from unrequited love.
Golyshkin. Is she really suffering?
Myshevsky. Sure she is! It seems to her that she is not the right match for you, Stalver Udarpyatovich. After all, you are a famous professor of Philosophy. And she is just a nurse from a district clinic.
Golyshkin. Hmm… What nonsense! Love equalizes everyone.
Myshevsky. So, do you love her, professor?
Golyshkin. Olga Alekseevna is a gift of my destiny by the end of my life. Do you remember how wonderfully a poet expressed it? “Oh, how in our declining years we love with tenderness and bias!… Keep shining farewell light, oh, yes shine on you light of final love of ours!”
Myshevsky. And are you ready to accept this gift?
Golyshkin. Why not?
Myshevsky. Hmm… Just think: how long can Olga Alekseevna survive in your tiny dusty little world? She will die like a free bird in the cage.
