One is seated, the other one standing.

Olga : Come on stand up!
Lucy: Why?
Olga : We stayed here long enough.
Lucy: Where do you want to go?
Olga : A little further.
Lucy: Tired of beauty crying?
Olga : It reminds me of how we were in the old times.
Lucy: How old?
Olga : Years ago.
Lucy: Before we met him?
Olga : Yes, before. When I would see the stones and not the bridge.
Lucy: There is a small bridge close by, inside the garden.
Olga : I want to go there.
Lucy: To do what?
Olga : The stones…
Lucy: And if the people step on us?
Olga : Don’t we step on him?
Lucy: We will do the bridge then. She stands up…
Olga : Do you want to?
Lucy: With you!
Olga : Let’s go then.
Lucy: But slowly…So that we enjoy it.
Olga: Like tears of joy flowing down his cheeks.