KRASNÓV. Go away, sister! Keep out of trouble!
ULYÁNA. Come to your senses; what are you shouting for? I saw with my own eyes how she went to the gentleman.
KRASNÓV. So that's the kind of family I have! My luck sticks in their throats. You're a barbarian, you jealous woman. To kill you would be small penalty for your cursed tongue! [Raises his arm to strike her.
AFÓNYA. [Getting up from the couch] Quieter, you; quieter! What are you making a row for?
KRASNÓV. I'll hang you both on the same poplar!
AFÓNYA. [Shielding his sister] Don't touch her, don't lay a finger on her! She's telling the truth, the absolute truth.
KRASNÓV. You lie, you're jealous, both of you! It isn't an hour, I tell you; it isn't an hour since we sat here, kissing and embracing, looking into each other's eyes and couldn't get enough of it.
ULYÁNA. Heavens, he's out of his head! You've lost your mind! Go and see for yourself if you don't believe us.
KRASNÓV. [At the door] Lukérya Danílovna!
ULYÁNA. Call, call; she ran over there, too. Enter KÚRITSYN.