BABÁYEV. Maybe it is possible?
SHISHGÁLEV. Judge for yourself, sir. Now the court session has ended, it is quite impossible to assemble the members; to-morrow is a holiday—then comes Saturday and then Sunday.
BABÁYEV. Just think, my dear sir, how you are treating me!
SHISHGÁLEV. How am I to blame? I'm the humblest sort of man.
BABÁYEV. But, my dear sir, what shall I do here for the next four days? It is dreadful!
SHISHGÁLEV. You can look around, sir, and take a glance at our city.
KARP. What's the use of looking at it? What is there to see here? I suppose you'll say that St. Petersburg is not as fine a city as yours.
BABÁYEV. Have you any kind of social life?
SHISHGÁLEV. I beg pardon, sir?
BABÁYEV. I said, have you any social life, any sort of club, entertainment with music, or parties?