MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Who wouldn't let you go?
GRÍSHA. My friends wouldn't, ma'am.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Who are these friends of yours?
GRÍSHA. Why, really, ma'am! Government office clerks.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Great heavens! Clerks! Do you understand what kind of people they are?
GRÍSHA. Who, ma'am, clerks? Understand what about them, ma'am?
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. And you prowled about with them all night! It would have been better if you hadn't told me, nasty scamp that you are! I know how they act! They'll teach you all sorts of things! What does this mean? Be-gone! And don't you dare show yourself before my eyes!
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Ask forgiveness, you blockhead! Kiss the dear lady's hand!
GRÍSHA waves his hand impatiently and goes out.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. What an affliction! It'll simply make me ill! Already I feel my spasms are beginning. What a worthless scamp! He went out just as if he had no responsibilities! And without a sign of repentance!