[III-3]

[Chekhov]

(Nina comes forward, holding out two clenched fists to Trigorin.)

NINA: Which hand?

TRIGORIN: The right one.

NINA: Wrong. (She opens her left hand, revealing a small stone.) I'm trying to decide whether to become an actress or not. I wish someone would tell me what to do.

TRIGORIN: You have to decide for yourself.

NINA: You're leaving, and we'll probably never see each other again. I want to give you this to remember me by. (She hands him a medallion.) Your initials are on one side and your book, Days and Nights, on the other.

TRIGORIN: It's beautiful. (He kisses the medallion.) I'm touched.

NINA: Think of me now and again.

TRIGORIN: Of course I will. I'll remember you as I saw you last week, in your white summer dress. We talked, and there was a seagull at your feet.

NINA: Yes, the seagull . . . Someone's coming. Please give me two minutes alone before you leave . . .

(She leaves, as Irina and Sorin enter.)

[follow Nina]

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