No, in the next world it’s you who’ll be scrubbing floors, and I’ll sit with folded hands like a lady. In heaven we’ll be the first ones, while you and your Savva, for your pride and your hard hearts—
Now, Polya, am I not sorry for you?
YEGOR IVANOVICH TROPININ (enters, still sleepy, his beard turned to one side, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned; breathing heavily) Whew! Say, Polya, bring me some cider. Quick! (Pause) Who opened the window?
It’s hot. The stove in the restaurant makes it so close here you can’t breathe.
Shut it, shut it, I say. If it’s too hot for you, you can go down into the cellar.
But what do you want to have the window shut for?
Because. Shut it! You have been told to shut the window—then shut it! What are you waiting for? (Lipa, shrugging her shoulders, closes the window and is about to leave) Where are you going? The moment your father appears, you run away. Sit down!
But you don’t want me.
Never mind whether I want you or not—sit down! Oh, my! (He yawns and crosses himself) Where is Savva?
I don’t know.
Tell him I’ll turn him out.
Tell him so yourself.
Fool! (He yawns and crosses himself) Oh, Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us sinners! What was it I was dreaming about just now?
I don’t know.
Who asked you? You stupid, how could you tell what I was dreaming? You’ve got brains, haven’t you?
PELAGUEYA (handing him cider)
There. Put it down and don’t “there” me. (Takes the jug and drinks) What was I talking about? (Pelagueya finishes scrubbing the floor) Oh yes, about the Father Superior. A smart fellow he is. You’ll have to go a long way to find another like him. He had the old coffin exchanged for a new one. The pilgrims chewed the old one to pieces, so he put a new one in its place. He put a new one in place of the old one. They’ll chew this, one to pieces too, the fools! Anything you give them, the fools! Do you hear or don’t you?