SAVVA
That's better. But don't shout. One should never shout. (Exit)
LIPA (alone)
What does this mean? What am I to do? (The hens cluck)
YEGOR TROPININ (in the door)
What's the matter? What's the row here—hey? I was gone just half an hour, and everything has gone topsy-turvy. Lipa, why did you let the chickens get into the raspberry bushes? Go and drive 'em away, damn you! I am talking to you—yes, to you! Go, or I'll go you, I'll go you, I'll—