Anísya. Where will you shove it to?
Nikíta (laughing). Why, are you afraid?
[Enter AKOULÍNA, carrying clothes from the wash.
Anísya. O—oh, my poor head! (Gives the money.) Mind, Nikíta.
Nikíta. What are you afraid of? I'll hide it so that I'll not be able to find it myself.
[Exit.
Anísya (stands in terror). Oh dear, and supposing he....
Matryóna. Well, is he dead?
Anísya. Yes, he seems dead. He did not move when I took it.
Matryóna. Go in, there's Akoulína.