NÁDYA. Because you're still a boy!… Leave me!
LEONÍD. But, you see, he's such a drunken, vile fellow.
NÁDYA. Oh, my God! It would be better for you to go off somewhere: out of my sight.
LEONÍD. Yes, really, it would be better for me to spend a week with our neighbors.
NÁDYA. For God's sake, do!
LEONÍD. But Nádya, if it should be awfully hard for you to live with your husband, what then?
NÁDYA. [Weeping] Oh, leave me alone! Be good enough to leave me alone! [Sobbing] I beg only one thing of you: leave me, for God's sake! [She sobs.
GAVRÍLOVNA and LÍZA. [Motioning with their hands] Go away! Go away!
LEONÍD. Why do you drive me out? I guess I'm sorry enough for her! I keep thinking somehow or other, that it may still be possible to help her in some way.
NÁDYA. [With desperation] I don't want any helpers or defenders! I don't want them! If my patience fails, that pond of ours isn't far off!