FOMÍNISHNA. Coming, coming, my dear, coming! [She comes in.
BOLSHÓV. Stop, you gabbler! Now you two just sit down side by side, and we'll have a look at you. Fomínishna, bring up a little bottle of fizz.
PODKHALYÚZIN and LÍPOCHKA sit down.
FOMÍNISHNA. Right away, my dear, right away! [She goes out.]
SCENE VII
The same, USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA, and RISPOLÓZHENSKY
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Congratulate the bride and groom to be, Ustinya Naúmovna! God has brought us to a ripe old age; we have lived to see happiness!
USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA. What have I got to congratulate you with, my jewels? My mouth's too dry to sing your praises.
BOLSHÓV. Well, now, we'll wet your whistle.