[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.)