Nikíta. I know, I know! But who is it I am to bless? What have I done to her?
Matryóna. What have you done? Eh, now he's going to remember it! Why, who knows anything about it? Not a soul! And the girl is going of her own accord.
Nikíta. Yes, but how?
Matryóna. Because she's afraid, of course. But still she's going. Besides, what's to be done now? She should have thought sooner! Now she can't refuse. And his kinsfolks can't take offense either. They saw the girl twice, and get money with her too! It's all safe and sound!
Nikíta. Yes, but what's in the cellar?
Matryóna (laughs). In the cellar? Why, cabbages, mushrooms, potatoes, I suppose! Why remember the past?
Nikíta. I'd be only too glad to forget it; but I can't! When I let my mind go, it's just as if I heard.... Oh, what have you done with me?
Matryóna. Now, what are you humbugging for?
Nikíta (turns face downward). Mother! Don't torment me! I've got it up to there!
[Puts his hand to his throat.