CHEBUTIKIN. [Angry] Mind your own business.
SOLENI. The old man is unnecessarily excited. I won’t go far, I’ll only just bring him down like a snipe. [Takes out his scent-bottle and scents his hands] I’ve poured out a whole bottle of scent to-day and they still smell... of a dead body. [Pause] Yes.... You remember the poem
“But he, the rebel seeks the storm,
As if the storm will bring him rest...”?
CHEBUTIKIN. Yes.
“He didn’t have the time to sigh,
The bear sat on him heavily.”
[Exit with SOLENI.]
[Shouts are heard. ANDREY and FERAPONT come in.]
FERAPONT. Documents to sign....
ANDREY. [Irritated]. Go away! Leave me! Please! [Goes away with the perambulator.]
FERAPONT. That’s what documents are for, to be signed. [Retires to back of stage.]