BOLSHÓV. Well, hide your face if you're ashamed!
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Do you want a new hat; is that it?
LÍPOCHKA. There! you didn't guess it. No, not a hat.
BOLSHÓV. Then what do you want?
LÍPOCHKA. To marry a soldier!
BOLSHÓV. Just listen to that!
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Wake up, you shameless girl! Lord help you!
LÍPOCHKA. Why—you see, others marry soldiers.
BOLSHÓV. Well, let 'em marry 'em; you just sit by the sea and wait for a fair breeze.
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. And don't you dare give me any of your lip! I won't give you my mother's blessing.