Nikíta. Now really, what right have you to reprove me in my own house? Why do you keep on at me? Am I a child that you can pull by the hair? Nowadays those things have been dropped!
Akím. That's true. I have heard that nowadays, what d'ye call it, that nowadays children pull their fathers' beards, I mean! But that's ruin, that's ruin, I mean!
Nikíta (angrily). We are living without help from you, and it's you who came to us with your wants!
Akím. The money? There's your money! I'll go begging, begging I mean, before I'll take it, I mean.
Nikíta. That's enough! Why be angry and upset the whole company!
[Holds him by the arm.
Akím (shrieks). Let go! I'll not stay. I'd rather sleep under some fence than in the midst of your filth! Faugh! God forgive me!
[Exit.
Nikíta. Here's a go!
Akím (reopens the door). Come to your senses, Nikíta! It's the soul that God wants!