Second Peasant. It's evident he's written! But it's a bad business he's imagined here. I see the lad's got spoilt!
Tánya (quickly). No, he's not at all spoilt! Shall I send him to you?
Second Peasant. Why send him? All in good time. Where's the hurry?
Vasíly Leoníditch (desperately, behind scene). Gregory! Where the devil are you?...
[Enters from his room in shirt-sleeves, adjusting his pince-nez.
Vasíly Leoníditch. Is every one dead?
Tánya. He's not here, sir.... I'll send him to you at once.
[Moves towards the back door.
Vasíly Leoníditch. I could hear you talking, you know. How have these scarecrows sprung up here? Eh? What?
Tánya. They're peasants from the Koursk village, sir.