Nikíta. What's there to forgive? I'm a sinner myself.
Matryóna. Ah, sonny, have some feeling.
Peter. Forgive me, for Christ's sake.
[Weeps.
Nikíta (snivels). God will forgive you, Daddy Peter. I have no cause to complain of you. You've never done me any wrong. You forgive me; maybe I've sinned worse against you. (Weeps.)
[PETER goes in whimpering, MATRYÓNA supporting him.
Anísya. Oh, my poor head! It's not without some reason he's hit on that. (Approaches NIKÍTA.) Why did you say the money was under the floor? It's not there.
Nikíta (does not answer, but cries). I have never had anything bad from him, nothing but good, and what have I gone and done!
Anísya. Enough now! Where's the money?
Nikíta (angrily). How should I know? Go and look for it yourself!