LUKÉRYA. Do you remember, now?
BABÁYEV. So you are her sister?
LUKÉRYA. Lukérya Danílovna Zhmigulin.
BABÁYEV. Pardon me, I beg of you.
LUKÉRYA. I'm not in the least offended because you remember my sister more readily than you do me. She's so beautiful that it's impossible to forget her.
BABÁYEV. Yes, yes, she was an exceedingly beautiful girl; we were great friends.
LUKÉRYA. I'm aware of that. Who should know it if not I? Being the elder sister I had to care for the younger.
BABÁYEV. Yes, yes, to be sure. Tell me, if you please, where is she now?
What is she doing?
LUKÉRYA. She's here in the city, married.
BABÁYEV. Married? Does she live happily?