Shura (spontaneity itself). And tea and coffee! I love everything, I will do everything. Pull both. The dryness from the road is such that neither in the song to say, nor with a pen to cut.
Nikita (corrects). describe.
Shura (not understanding). What? Whom? What for?
Nikita (abandoning the idea of explaining anything, waving it off). So, he said nonsense, don't take it into your head. I'll bring you both tea and coffee.
Nikita leaves, shaking his head in amazement and positive from his impressions of the guest.
Shura (surprised, quietly, to herself). Never mind? Hm… I wonder how he found out about me and Vasenka? (Shouts to Nikita). Yes, it's not true at all! Evil tongues are chattering! I didn't even-I didn't even have anything like that with him! We met with mesya… a week later, he rode back to the village, abandoned me. Well, okay, he left and left. As they say, a woman with a cart, the cart is easier.
Nikita (corrects, shouting from the kitchen). The mare!
Shura (offended). Hey! Why so immediately? You don't know a person, but you already start insulting. Just now he called me a beauty, and now here… Eh, guys. What kind of people? One way, then a second later it's different. And how to find a common language with you for an intelligent girl is unclear. That's how I can be offended!
Nikita enters with two mugs, looks at Shura with hope for resentment.
Shura ("thawed out", smiling). But I won't! (Nikita exhales in frustration). So sweet, so caring, so smart… Although you're talking complete nonsense, of course, but you can guess the girl. You know it so well… Catchy. Yeah. It takes up to the very inside! Responds.
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