Anísya (enters, and stops). You'd better take it, he'll give you no peace!
Akím (takes it, and shakes his head). Oh! that liquor. Not like a man, I mean!
Nikíta. That's better! If you repay it you'll repay it, if not I'll make no bother. That's what I am! (Sees AKOULÍNA.) Akoulína, show your presents.
Akoulína. What?
Nikíta. Show your presents.
Akoulína. The presents, what's the use of showing 'em? I've put 'em away.
Nikíta. Get them, I tell you. Nan will like to see 'em. Undo the shawl. Give it here.
Akím. Oh, oh! It's sickening!
[Climbs on the oven.
Akoulína (gets out the parcels and puts them on the table). Well, there you are,—what's the good of looking at 'em?