TATYÁNA. I mean, stop.
BABÁYEV. What whims!
TATYÁNA. No whims at all, only please move a little further off.
BABÁYEV. If you're going to be so whimsical, then I'll go away. I'll drop the business for which I came and will go away immediately.
TATYÁNA. Very well, go.
BABÁYEV. I'm not joking. Karp! [KARP comes in] Pack up and then go order horses.
KARP. Yes, sir.
TATYÁNA. So that's the way? Well, good luck to you! Good-by! [Runs out.
KARP. Well, sir, do you want me to pack up?
BABÁYEV. Pack up, for where? You make me tired, man! [Goes to the window]
I wonder if they've gone home?