you: I’ve got neurasthenia and a weak heart.—I can’t make out anything. I met an awful old woman with a beard. After her came a black boy. An angry fool made a laughing-stock of me, then a serf baroness, I mean No, I! I (Shouts.) But explain it once for all! Why, it’s not like anything on earth. Did they really tell me the truth in Petersburg; have you really gone mad?
Master: You weren't afraid to visit a madman? Why are you afraid now?
Friend: I—I’m not really afraid, but—I’ve only lost my bearings—I see that you’re not mad, but at the same time Come, don’t torment me any longer! Enough! Why, it’s getting cruel. I’m dog tired! Come, explain things to me, quickly.
Fool (enters): Here’s water! Who wants water? (All but Friend and Fool laugh.)
Friend: Allow me to introduce you: my “God’s fool,” from the next village.
Fool: I’m Johnny Cracken and Jenny Jolly.
Master: They call him Androgyne there, on irrefutable grounds, that’s to say, he’s bisexual.
Friend: Lo—o—ord!!!
