SCENE III
The same and ULYÁNA
KRASNÓV. Who's that? Is that you, Ulyana?
ULYÁNA. Yes, brother.
KRASNÓV. What do you want?
ULYÁNA. Just to call on you, brother, as a relative should.
KRASNÓV. I'm in no great need of your calls.
ULYÁNA. My feelings, brother, are different from yours; I can't help remembering my kindred. Where's your bride?
KRASNÓV. She seems to have gotten lost somewhere here. I keep calling her, but can't raise her.
ULYÁNA. Maybe she's far away from here, so she can't hear your call
KRASNÓV. What do you mean by "far"? I tell you she's at home.
ULYÁNA. Who said that? Wasn't it her sister, Lukérya Danílovna?
KRASNÓV. Yes, maybe it was she.
ULYÁNA. And you believed her. Oh, you're simple, simple!
KRASNÓV. Go away, sister! Keep out of trouble!
ULYÁNA. Come to your senses; what are you shouting for? I saw with my own eyes how she went to the gentleman.
KRASNÓV. So that's the kind of family I have! My luck sticks in their throats. You're a barbarian, you jealous woman. To kill you would be small penalty for your cursed tongue! [Raises his arm to strike her.
AFÓNYA. [Getting up from the couch] Quieter, you; quieter! What are you making a row for?
KRASNÓV. I'll hang you both on the same poplar!
AFÓNYA. [Shielding his sister] Don't touch her, don't lay a finger on her! She's telling the truth, the absolute truth.
KRASNÓV. You lie, you're jealous, both of you! It isn't an hour, I tell you; it isn't an hour since we sat here, kissing and embracing, looking into each other's eyes and couldn't get enough of it.
ULYÁNA. Heavens, he's out of his head! You've lost your mind! Go and see for yourself if you don't believe us.
KRASNÓV. [At the door] Lukérya Danílovna!
ULYÁNA. Call, call; she ran over there, too. Enter KÚRITSYN.