TÁNYA. I can't tell you now, but I'm doing my best—all I can! And I've got your paper here! [Shows the paper hidden under the bib of her apron] If only one thing succeeds.… [Shrieks] Oh, how nice it would be!
SECOND PEASANT. Don't lose that paper, mind. It has cost money.
TÁNYA. Never fear. You only want him to sign it? Is that all?
THIRD PEASANT. Why, what else? Let's say he's signed it, and it's done! [Turns his cup upside-down] I've had enough.
TÁNYA [aside] He'll sign it; you'll see he will… Have some more. [Pours out tea].
FIRST PEASANT. If only you get this business about the sale of the land settled, the Commune would pay your marriage expenses. [Refuses the tea].
TÁNYA [pouring out tea] Do have another cup.
THIRD PEASANT. You get it done, and we'll arrange your marriage, and I myself, let's say, will dance at the wedding. Though I've never danced in all my born days, I'll dance then!
TÁNYA [laughing] All right, I'll be in hopes of it. [Silence].
SECOND PEASANT [examines Tánya] That's all very well, but you're not fit for peasant work.