TATYÁNA. Yes, grandfather.
ARKHÍP. Lukérya is leading me, and she says: "Grandfather Arkhíp, we need you!" What business can you have of me in my old age?
LUKÉRYA. You see, grandfather, sister is displeased with her husband.
ARKHÍP. Well, what of that? Who is the judge between husband and wife? Let them live as they wish.
TATYÁNA. What happiness is there in living so? It is better to live in harmony.
ARKHÍP. Then what's the matter? Live in harmony! Who's preventing you?
LUKÉRYA. You see, he has a very crude manner, and we're not used to it.
ARKHÍP. Wait, don't put in your word. She has a tongue of her own. You tell me, Tatyána.
TATYÁNA. My husband is now angry with me and doesn't even look at me; he thinks I don't love him, and in that he's mistaken.
LUKÉRYA. [Motioning to TATYÁNA to talk] She's afraid of his temper.