Hypocrite! Let go! Where are you going? (She carries out the pail and returns for the other things)
SAVVA (entering; to his sister)
Why is your face so red?
Say, Pelagueya, has Kondraty inquired for me?
Kondraty! What Kondraty?
Kondraty, the friar; he looks something like a sparrow.
I didn’t see any Kondraty. Like a sparrow! That’s a funny way of putting it.
Tell Tony to come here, won’t you?
Tell him yourself.
PELAGUEYA (calls through the door before she goes out into the tavern) Anthony, Savva wants you.
What do you want him for?
What a queer habit you have here of plying a person with questions all the time. Where, who, why, what for?
LIPA (slightly offended)
You needn’t answer if you don’t want to.
TONY (enters, speaking slowly and with difficulty)
Who wants me?
I am expecting Kondraty here—you know Kondraty, don’t you? Send him in when he comes.
Who are you?
And send in two bottles of whiskey too, do you hear?
Maybe I do and maybe I don’t. Maybe I’ll send the whiskey and maybe I won’t.
What a sceptic. You’ve grown silly, Tony.
Leave him alone, Savva. He has got that from the seminary student, from Speransky. Anyhow, he is full of—
TONY (sitting down)
I didn’t get it from anybody. I can understand everything myself. The blood has congealed in my heart.
That’s from drink, Tony. Stop drinking.
The blood has congealed in my heart. You think I don’t know what’s what. A while ago you weren’t here with us, and all of a sudden you came. Yes, I understand everything. I have visions.