First Peasant. Who be they?
Gregory. One is our young lady, the other is a girl who teaches her music.
First Peasant. Administrates learning, so to say. And ain't she smart? A reg'lar picture!
Second Peasant. Why don't they marry her? She is old enough, I should say.
Gregory. Do you think it's the same as among you peasants,—marry at fifteen?
First Peasant. And that man, for example, is he also in the musitional line?
Gregory (mimicking him). "Musitional," indeed! You don't understand anything!
First Peasant. That's just so. And stupidity, one might say, is our ignorance.
Third Peasant. Oh, Lord!
[Gypsy songs and guitar accompaniment are heard from VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH'S room.