Albert looks back at Isolde with displeasure.
ALBERT (nervously): So, Isolde! Does you that… not this!
ISOLDE (sadly): Yes, I somehow got it wrong. Well, what? Let's look, or what?
ALBERT (relatively calmly): Yes, not…, wait. Let's get some rest. We'll sit… and talk, just like in the good old days.
ISOLDE (with nostalgia): Yes… We were very young once, remember? Youngsters.
ALBERT (relatively calmly): Well, where is it, you were running around with your Tolka!
ISOLDE (a little nervously):
ALBERT (complacently): I want to note that Valka was not mine, she was Mitka's, but I was running around with her, yes.
ISOLDE (reproachfully): Woooo, not even with her own! Shameful…, this one… What's his name… A womanizer!
ALBERT (reproachfully): Oh, oh, oh, who would talk! As if you had no one but Tolik? Demyan told me about you, and Slavik, and Anton, he did not remain without your attention at all. Will you say-not so? And this, by the way, I remind you all about the same day! Do you remember what a day it was?
ISOLDE (evasively): I remember, of course, how not to remember. We were then celebrating the coming of age of our mutual friend Yanochka. Well, yes…, there was a case. She was young, ambitious. The blood was hot, playing…
ALBERT (reproachfully): Vo-vo… So it's not me who's a womanizer, it's you who's a womanizer. Or rather… And how can you name a girl so that it is not too offensive, but also not too soft in this situation? Muzhibnik! Here. You're a maniac… was.
Isolde glances over her shoulder, glancing sideways at Albert. He reaches out with his foot to the slap, but can't catch it. And the desire is so great, to give a nice person a slap on the back of the head. But I can't reach it. Annoyed, Isolde sighs heavily.
ISOLDE (threateningly): Well, thank you, dear. I'll remember that.
ALBERT (calmly): Remember this, and repeat it to yourself more often!
ISOLDE (seriously): Hmm…, so you've been carrying this for so many years and now you've finally thrown it out. It was after so many years that I learned my husband's true attitude to myself! However …
ALBERT (judiciously): A common-law husband, please note! Civil!
ISOLDE (seriously): And what does it change?
ALBERT (judiciously): Yes, it changes everything! Of course, I would officially marry a scoundrel like you. I found a fool!