Konstantin Treplev:
[talking to Nina]
If only you knew how wretched I feel. Your sudden coldness frightens me. It stuns me. It's as if I woke up one morning to find that the lake had dried up or was draining away.
Konstantin Treplev:
[stoops down and picks up the dead sea gull]
You said just now... that you were too simple to understand me. What is there to understand? You didn't like the play. You despise my work. You think me mediocre, insignificant... just a nobody. How well *I* understand it. How WELL! It's as if I had a nail stuck in my brain and I HATE it as I hate my own pride that sucks my life's blood away like a snake!
Konstantin Treplev:
[Nina's gaze is distracted by Trigorin, walking in the distance. Konstantin turns to look]
There's the *real* genius. Look at him: walking like Hamlet, even down to the book. Words, words, words. That sun hasn't even come near you, but you're smiling already. Your eyes are melting in its rays. I don't want to be in your way!
[throws the dead sea gull away and runs off]
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