KRASNÓV. Yes, because the kitchen is no fit place for you to sit in.
ARKHÍP. I have spoken to him, Tatyána; now do as you like yourself.
TATYÁNA. Lev Rodionych! If I've done you any wrong whatever, please pardon me. If you wish it, I'll bow down to your feet.
KRASNÓV. No, why should you? I can feel it without your doing that. I could never allow you to do that—to bow down before me! What kind of man would I be then?
TATYÁNA. I'm willing to do anything, only do not be angry with me.
KRASNÓV. I need nothing but your word. You gave your word—that's enough; it's my duty to believe you.
TATYÁNA. Then you're not angry with me?
KRASNÓV. Not at all! I'm not a man of polished manners; in my excitement I stormed—but don't take it ill of me; I did it because I was fond of you.
LUKÉRYA. Oh, stop! Who could take it ill of you?
TATYÁNA. I've already forgotten it. Your words didn't hurt me so much as that you didn't even look at me to-day.