Anísya (goes up and takes him by the arm). Well, then, husband has come. Now then, come in!
Nikíta (holds back). Ah, that's it! Husband! And what's husband called? Speak properly.
Anísya. Oh bother you! Nikíta!
Nikíta. Where have you learnt manners? The full name.
Anísya. Nikíta Akímitch! Now then!
Nikíta. (still in the doorway). Ah, that's it! But now—the surname?
Anísya (laughs and pulls him by the arm). Tchilíkin. Dear me, what airs!
Nikíta. Ah, that's it. (Holds on to the door-post.) No, now say with which foot Tchilíkin steps into this house!
Anísya. That's enough! You're letting the cold in!
Nikíta. Say with which foot he steps? You've got to say it,—that's flat.