Matryóna (comes out of the hut and down the steps of the porch to ANÍSYA and NIKÍTA). Don't go anywhere. He's got the money on him. I felt it on a string round his neck.
Anísya. Oh my head, my head!
Matryóna. If you don't keep wide awake now, then you may whistle for it. If his sister comes—then good-bye to it!
Anísya. That's true. She'll come and he'll give it her. What's to be done? Oh, my poor head!
Matryóna. What is to be done? Why, look here; the samovár is boiling, go and make the tea and pour him out a cup, and then (whispers) put in all that's left in the paper. When he's drunk the cup, then just take it. He'll not tell, no fear.
Anísya. Oh! I'm afeared!
Matryóna. Don't be talking now, but look alive, and I'll keep his sister off if need be. Mind, don't make a blunder! Get hold of the money and bring it here, and Nikíta will hide it.
Anísya. Oh my head, my head! I don't know how I'm going to....
Matryóna. Don't talk about it I tell you, do as I bid you. Nikíta!
Nikíta. What is it?