SAVVA

All right, all right. Go now. Don't forget to send in the whiskey.

As in the daytime so at night. A lot of faces. (From the door) And in regards to whiskey, maybe I'll send it and maybe I won't. I can't tell yet.

SAVVA (to Lipa)

Has he been that way a long time?

I don't know. I think so. He drinks an awful lot.

PELAGUEYA (going)

No wonder. You're enough to drive a man to drink. Cranks. (Exit)

My, how stifling! I don't know what to do with myself. Say, Savva, why aren't you nicer to Polya? She is such a wretched creature.