Matryóna. Hush, there he sits.
[Points to porch.
Nikíta. Well, let him sit. What's it to me?
Peter (opens his eyes). Nikíta, I say, Nikíta, come here!
[NIKÍTA approaches. ANÍSYA and MATRYÓNA whisper together.
Peter. Why have you come back so early?
Nikíta. I've finished ploughing.
Peter. Have you done the strip beyond the bridge?
Nikíta. It's too far to go there.
Peter. Too far? From here it's still farther. You'll have to go on purpose now. You might have made one job of it.