Anísya. They made some steps too, but it didn't come off either. They won't even see us.
Neighbor. Yet it's time she was married.
Anísya. Time and more than time! Ah, my dear, I'm that impatient to get her out of the house; but the matter does not come off. He does not wish it, nor she either. He's not yet had enough of his beauty, you see.
Neighbor. Eh, eh, eh, what doings! Only think of it. Why, he's her step-father!
Anísya. Ah, friend, they've taken me in completely. They've done me so fine it's beyond saying. I, fool that I was, noticed nothing, suspected nothing, and so I married him. I guessed nothing, but they already understood one another.
Neighbor. Oh dear, what goings on!
Anísya. So it went on from bad to worse, and I see they begin hiding from me. Ah, friend, I was that sick—that sick of my life! It's not as if I didn't love him.
Neighbor. That goes without saying.
Anísya. Ah, how hard it is to bear such treatment from him! Oh, how it hurts!
Neighbor. Yes, and I've heard say he's becoming too free with his fists?