MADAM ULANBÉKOV. I'm sure I never did any one any harm.
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Harm? You, who because of your angelic heart wouldn't hurt even a fly! Of course all we mortals are not without sins; you have done many things; you can't please everybody. Indeed, to tell the truth, my dear benefactress, there are people enough who complain about you.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Who complains about me? What a lie!
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. It's impossible for you to know everything, dear benefactress. And it's not worth while for you, in your gentility, to trouble yourself about every low-lived person. And though they do complain, what's the use of paying attention; are they worth your notice? Since you do so many good deeds for others, God will forgive you, our benefactress.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. All the same, I want to know whom I have offended?
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Well, there are some persons, benefactress.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. [Forcibly] But who? Speak!
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Don't be angry, benefactress! I spoke as I did because you yourself know how touchy people are nowadays—never satisfied.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. You spoke as you did in order to cause me some unpleasantness.
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. May my eyes burst if I did.