LOMOV. And with good reason. The dogs are running after a fox, when Squeezer goes and
starts worrying a sheep!
CHUBUKOV. It’s not true! . . . My dear fellow, I’m very liable to lose my temper, and so, just
because of that, let’s stop arguing. You started because everybody is always jealous of
everybody else’s dogs. Yes, we’re all like that! You too, sir, aren’t blameless! You no sooner
notice that some dog is better than your Guess than you begin with this, that . . . and the other
. . . and all that. . . . I remember everything!
LOMOV. I remember too!
CHUBUKOV. [Teasing him] I remember, too. . . . What do you remember?
LOMOV. My heart . . . my foot’s gone to sleep. . . . I can’t. . .
NATALYA STEPANOVNA. [Teasing] My heart. . . . What sort of a hunter are you? You ought to
go and lie on the kitchen oven and catch blackbeetles, not go after foxes! My heart!
CHUBUKOV. Yes really, what sort of a hunter are you, anyway? You ought to sit at home with
your palpitations, and not go tracking animals. You could go hunting, but you only go to argue
with people and interfere with their dogs and so on. Let’s change the subject in case I lose my
temper. You’re not a hunter at all, anyway!