GIRL. I have to admit, I don’t know what sex is at all. I’ve never had it. That’s why it’s so interesting to me.
PROFESSOR. We shall start having it, and we shall have it for a very long time, all day long, from morning till evening, and from evening till morning, and you will learn everything. We’ll start right now.
GIRL. Now? I’m afraid we can’t do it now.
PROFESSOR. Why?
GIRL. We can’t do it here.
PROFESSOR. I know. But why not try?
GIRL. (Looking around and lowering her voice.) Can you keep a secret?
PROFESSOR. Yes. But you’d better not tell it to me anyway.
GIRL. No, I’ll tell you. I want to escape.
PROFESSOR. You, too? Where will you go?
GIRL. Where everything is different. And why do you say, “you, too”? Do you want to escape, too?
PROFESSOR. Who doesn’t?
GIRL. Then we will run away together, while we have the chance.
PROFESSOR. Dear, how can I run away? I don’t run anymore, I shuffle. I don’t breathe, I gasp for breath. A few steps more and my run on this earth will be finished.
GIRL. Oh, don’t talk about these awful things! Follow my example and think only of sex. Think about it all the time, so you won’t think about anything else. Do you understand me? I forbid you to think about anything else. We’ll run away from here, and you’ll live another thousand years. Are you ready to go?
PROFESSOR. (Stretching out his hand.) With you – to the ends of the earth.
GIRL. Let's leave at once, right now, without losing a moment, not stopping, not looking back, otherwise it will be too late. (She pulls the Professor toward the exit, but he stops suddenly.)
PROFESSOR. Wait! I just remembered; I can’t.
GIRL. Why? Are you afraid?
PROFESSOR. I am. But that’s not the point.
GIRL. What then?
PROFESSOR. I just promised a lady that I would run away with her.
GIRL. So…?
PROFESSOR. I ought to at least explain to her…
GIRL. Why do you think you have to explain anything? Are you the first man to leave a woman?
PROFESSOR. No, but…
GIRL. Did you have an affair with her?
PROFESSOR. Not exactly, but…
GIRL. Whether you did or didn’t, it doesn’t matter. Sex is no reason to talk things over or prolong a relationship.
PROFESSOR. But since we’ve gotten to know each other…
GIRL. (Interrupting). So what? Sex is no cause for acquaintance. But if you’re so scrupulous, leave her a note. Get out your remarkable pen. Write: (Dictates). “My dear, don’t worry. I have run away with another woman. I won’t be back anytime soon.”.
PROFESSOR. (Gets out his pen and starts writing, then stops.) I should tell her myself. Or maybe the three of us could run away together?
GIRL. Will she agree?
PROFESSOR. Why not?
GIRL. A threesome is not so interesting.
PROFESSOR. On the contrary, it can be even more interesting.
GIRL. Well then, go and talk to her. I’ll wait here. But don’t leave me alone for long! I hate being alone. It makes me feel sick.
PROFESSOR. I’ve been sick of being alone for a long time now.
PROFESSOR leaves. HUSBAND enters.
HUSBAND. Let’s have sex.
GIRL. OK.
HUSBAND. I’m serious.
GIRL. I could tell right away that you’re not joking. (Starts to unbutton her dress.) Well?
HUSBAND. Right now?
GIRL. Certainly not tomorrow.
HUSBAND. Right here?
GIRL. Where else?
HUSBAND. Who will start first?
GIRL. Don’t we have to do it together?
HUSBAND. Yes, but somebody has to take the initiative.
GIRL. You have already done it. You offered; I agreed. Now it’s your turn again.
