KORSHUNOV
What are you crying about, young lady? For shame, for shame! He, he, he! There! I'm older than you, and I don't cry.
Looks at her searchingly.
Oh, well, I know what it's about! I suppose you want to marry a young fellow? Now, this, my pretty one, is just girlish folly. Now, just listen to what I'm going to tell you; I'll tell you the truth…
