Preparations

(Pierre runs into Anatole on the street.
Pierre is drunk
, Anatole in a hurry.)
Ah, Anatole! Where are you off too?
Pierre, good man
Tonight I go away, on an adventure
You’ll not be seeing me for some time
I’ve found a
new pleasure
And I’m taking her away
I’ll send you a letter from Poland
Ha! An elopement!
Fool, you are married already!
Don’t talk to me of that!
I will not deprive myself of this one!
Tonight! I take her tonight!
Lend me fifty rubles?
Ah, that’s a true sage
Living in the moment
What I wouldn’t give to be like him!