Matryóna. You stay here—sit down—in case something is wanted.
Nikíta (waves his hand). Oh, these women, what won't they be up to? Muddle one up completely. Bother them! I'll really go and fetch out the potatoes.
Matryóna (catches him by the arm). Stay here, I tell you.
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Anísya. Well?
Nan. She was down in her daughter's vegetable plot—she's coming.
Anísya. Coming! What shall we do?
Matryóna. There's plenty of time if you do as I tell you.
Anísya. I don't know what to do; I know nothing, my brain's all in a whirl. Nan! Go, daughter, and see to the calves, they'll have run away, I'm afraid.... Oh dear, I haven't the courage.
Matryóna. Go on! I should think the samovár's boiling over.