Akím (gets down and puts on his sheepskin, then comes up to the table and puts down the money). Here, take your money back! Put it away.
Nikíta (does not see the money). Why have you put on your things?
Akím. I'm going, going, I mean; forgive me, for the Lord's sake.
[Takes up his cap and belt.
Nikíta. My gracious! Where are you going to at this time of night?
Akím. I can't, I mean what d'ye call 'em, in your house, what d'ye call 'em, can't stay I mean, stay, can't stay, forgive me.
Nikíta. But are you going without having any tea?
Akím (fastens his belt). Going because, I mean, it's not right in your house, I mean, what d'you call it, not right, Nikíta, in the house, what d'ye call it, not right! I mean, you are living a bad life, Nikíta, bad,—I'll go.
Nikíta. Eh, now! Have done talking! Sit down and drink your tea!
Anísya. Why, father, you'll shame us before the neighbors. What has offended you?