AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Lord! What on earth is this?
LÍPOCHKA. I don't want to! I don't want to! I won't marry anything so disgusting!
FOMÍNISHNA. The power of the cross be with us!
PODKHALYÚZIN. Evidently, daddy, it's not for me to see happiness in this world! Evidently, sir, it can't be as you would wish!
BOLSHÓV. [Seizes LÍPOCHKA violently by the arm; takes LÁZAR'S hand] Why can't it, if I want it to be? What am I your father for, if not to command you? Have I fed her for nothing?
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. What're you doing! What're you doing! Recollect yourself!
BOLSHÓV. Stay on your own side of the fence! This is none of your business!
Well, Lipa! Here's your future husband! I ask you to love and cherish him!
Sit down side by side and talk nice; and then we'll have a fine dinner and
set about the wedding.
LÍPOCHKA. What! Do you think I want to sit down with that booby! What nonsense!
BOLSHÓV. If you won't sit down, I'll sit you down, and put an end to your monkey-business!
LÍPOCHKA. Who ever heard of educated young ladies being married off to their employees!