Akoulína (comes out of closet). You're a dog, Nikíta!
Nikíta. What's up?
Akoulína. What a cry she gave!
[Cries.
Nikíta. What's up with you?
Akoulína. What's up? You've hurt her, ... That's the way you'll hurt me also. You're a dog.
[Exit into closet.
[Silence.
Nikíta. Here's a fine muddle. I'm as sweet as honey on the lasses, but when a fellow's sinned with 'em it's a bad look-out!
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