Trigorin:
[sees something in the tall grass]
What's that?
Nina:
It's a sea gull. Konstantin killed it.
[picks up the dead bird and tosses it away]
Trigorin:
It's a beautiful bird.
[takes out his pocket notepad and begins to jot down some notes]
Trigorin:
Oh, I don't want to go away. Can't you persuade her to stay?
Nina:
What are you writing?
Trigorin:
[chuckles]
I'm just jotting down an idea for a subject - subject for a short story. Young woman lives all her life beside a lake. A girl like you. Like a sea gull, she loves the lake. She's free, and happy, like a sea gull. A man passes that way by chance, and, having nothing better to do, he destroys her - like that sea gull.
Nina:
No.
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