"One mountain is high,
And another is low;
One darling is far,
And another is near."
Mítya! [Strikes MÍTYA on the shoulder] Mítya, why are you sitting still?
MÍTYA. I have some work to do. [Continues to work.
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Mítya! Say, Mítya, I'm on a spree, my boy! Really, I am. Oh, come on! [Sings, "One mountain is high," etc.] Mítya! Say, Mítya, I'm going on a spree for the whole holiday season—then I'll set to work, upon my word I will! Haven't I got any money? There it is! And I'm not drunk.—Oh, no, such a spree!—so jolly!
MÍTYA. Well, go on a spree as much as you like.
RAZLYULYÁYEV. And after the holidays I shall marry!—Upon my word I shall marry! I'll get a rich girl.
GÚSLIN. Now, then, listen; how does this sound?
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Sing it, sing it! I'll listen.
GÚSLIN. [Sings]
"Is naught so hard and evil
As to be fatherless;
Than slavery more grievous
And sharper than distress.