Anísya. Gracious goodness! Why, he's barefoot!
Nikíta. Father, you are here! Look at me! Christian Commune, you are all here, and I am here! I am....
[Falls on his knees.
Anísya. Nikíta, darling, what's the matter with you? Oh, my head, my head!
Matchmaker. Here's a go!
Matryóna. I did say he was taking too much of that French wine! Come to your senses; what are you about?
[They try to lift him; he takes no heed of them, but looks in front of him.
Nikíta. Christian Commune! I have sinned, and I wish to confess!
Matryóna (shakes him by the shoulder). Are you mad? Dear friends, he's gone crazy! He must be taken away!
Nikíta (shakes her off). Leave me alone! And you, father, hear me! And first, Marína, look here! (Bows to the ground to her and rises.) I have sinned towards you! I promised to marry you, I tempted you, and forsook you! Forgive me, in Christ's name!