KRASNÓV. What do you want?
ULYÁNA. Just to call on you, brother, as a relative should.
KRASNÓV. I'm in no great need of your calls.
ULYÁNA. My feelings, brother, are different from yours; I can't help remembering my kindred. Where's your bride?
KRASNÓV. She seems to have gotten lost somewhere here. I keep calling her, but can't raise her.
ULYÁNA. Maybe she's far away from here, so she can't hear your call
KRASNÓV. What do you mean by "far"? I tell you she's at home.
ULYÁNA. Who said that? Wasn't it her sister, Lukérya Danílovna?
KRASNÓV. Yes, maybe it was she.
ULYÁNA. And you believed her. Oh, you're simple, simple!