PETRÍSTCHEF. How? What? How, Márya Konstantínovna?
BETSY. Cessez, vous devenez impossible![4]
PETRÍSTCHEF. J'ai cessé, j'ai bébé, j'ai dédé.…[5]
BETSY. I see the only way to rid ourselves of your wit is to make you sing! Let us go into Vovo's room, his guitar is there. Come, Márya Konstantínovna, come! [Exeunt Betsy, Márya Konstantínovna, and Petrístchef].
FIRST PEASANT. Who be they?
GREGORY. One is our young lady, the other is a girl who teaches her music.
FIRST PEASANT. Administrates learning, so to say. And ain't she smart? A reg'lar picture!
SECOND PEASANT. Why don't they marry her? She is old enough, I should say.
GREGORY. Do you think it's the same as among you peasants,—marry at fifteen?
FIRST PEASANT. And that man, for example, is he also in the musitional line?