Leoníd Fyódoritch. Step in, step in.
[PETRÍSTCHEF takes off his overcoat and walks in briskly. Exit.
Leoníd Fyódoritch (to PEASANTS). Well, what is it you want?
Second Peasant. Please accept our presents!
First Peasant (smiling). That's to say, the peasants' offerings.
Third Peasant. Say no more about it; what's the good? We wish you the same as if you were our own father! Say no more about it!
Leoníd Fyódoritch. All right. Here, Theodore, take these.
Theodore Ivánitch (to PEASANTS). Give them here.
[Takes the presents.
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Well, what is the business?