SCENE X
The same and LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH
LÍZA. Oh, good heavens, again!
MÁSHA. This is terrible!
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Ha, ha, ha!
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Gurr, gurr, gurr; bul, bul, bul! With the finger nine! With the cucumber fifteen! How do, friend! [Holds out his hand to KÓRSHUNOV] My respects! I haven't seen you for a thousand years and a day! How are you?
KÓRSHUNOV. Oh, is this you, Lyubím?
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. [Covering his face with his hands] I'm not I, and the horse is not mine, and I'm not a coachman.
KÓRSHUNOV. I remember you, brother! You used to roam the town and pick up kopeks.
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. You remember how I used to pick up kopeks, but do you remember how you and I used to go on sprees together? How we sat through the dark autumn nights, and how we skipped back and forth, from the tavern to the wine-shop? And don't you know who ruined me, and who turned me out with a beggar's wallet?
KÓRSHUNOV. Why didn't you look out for yourself? Nobody dragged you in by the collar, my dear fellow. It's your own fault.
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. I was a fool! But, well, you haven't much to be proud of! You raised me to such heights, you promoted me to such a place—I've stolen nothing, and yet I'm ashamed to look men in the eyes!
KÓRSHUNOV. You're the same old joker as ever! [Turning to LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA] You've got a jolly uncle! For old acquaintance sake, we'll surely have to give him a ruble.
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Sh! It's not a question of rubles here! Pay up your old debts, and for my niece here a million three hundred thousand! I won't sell her cheaper.
KÓRSHUNOV. [Laughing] Won't you come down?
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Not a kopek!
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Aha, Lyubím Kárpych! Don't you take any less!
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH comes in.