Slipper and Rabbit were barely able to make their escape through the window.
"I'll teach you a lesson," threatened Matryona Ivanovna, following in their wake. "There are some nasty people in this world! Even little Duckling will agree with me."
"Yes, yes," said little Duckling. "I saw them hide under the couch." Duckling always agreed with everybody.
"Let the guests return," said Katya. "We can still have a jolly time."
The guests were all glad to come back. Some had black eyes; some limped. Petrooshka's long nose had the worst of it.
"The rascals!" all repeated in chorus, blaming Rabbit and Slipper for everything. "Who would have thought it of them!"
"Oh, I am so tired! My hands are all sore," complained Vanka. "But let us forget it and bear no grudge. Let's have music."
Once more, drum beat—rub-a-dub-dub! Trumpets blew—toot-a-toot-too! And Petrooshka shouted with all his might:
"Hurrah for Vanka!"