SAVVA

Wait, I am going to put the jackstones away. I have eighteen pair now.
Misha, the little rascal, plays well. (He goes out)

YEGOR (rising)

I don't want to see him any more. Tell him to get out of here at once.

All right, I will.

Don't say "all right," but do what your father tells you. A fine lot of brats—that's a sure thing! Yes, yes. (Goes) If mother saw them—