Nikíta. Bother you all,—I'm going.
Anísya (quite pale, runs out of the hut and round the corner to MATRYÓNA). So it was, it was on him! Here it is!
[Shows that she has something under her apron.
Matryóna. Give it to Nikíta; he'll hide it. Nikíta, take it and hide it somewhere.
Nikíta. All right, give here!
Anísya. O—oh, my poor head! No, I'd better do it myself.
[Goes towards the gate.
Matryóna (seizing her by the arm). Where are you going to? You'll be missed. There's the sister coming; give it him; he knows what to do. Eh, you blockhead!
Anísya (stops irresolutely). Oh, my head, my head!
Nikíta. Well, give it here. I'll shove it away somewhere.