THIRD PEASANT. That be so truly. Oh Lord!
VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. [off the scene, rings, and then shouts] Gregory! Gregory!
FIRST PEASANT. Now who's that, for example, disturbing himself in such a way, if I may say so?
TÁNYA. That's the young master.
THIRD PEASANT. Oh Lord! Didn't I say we'd better wait outside until the time comes? [Silence].
SECOND PEASANT. Is it you, Simon wants to marry?
TÁNYA. Why, has he been writing? [Hides her face in her apron].
SECOND PEASANT. It's evident he's written! But it's a bad business he's imagined here. I see the lad's got spoilt!
TÁNYA [quickly] No, he's not at all spoilt! Shall I send him to you?
SECOND PEASANT. Why send him? All in good time. Where's the hurry?