Third Peasant. He only has to write and sign, as the peasants, let's say, desire, so, let's say, I also desire. That's the whole affair—if he'd only take it and sign it, it's all done.
Tánya (considering). He need only sign the paper and it's done?
First Peasant. That's just so. The whole matter is in dependence on that, and nothing else. Let him sign, and we ask no more.
Tánya. Just wait and see what Theodore Ivánitch will say. If he cannot persuade the master, I'll try something.
First Peasant. Get round him, will you?
Tánya. I'll try.
Third Peasant. Ay, the lass is going to bestir herself. Only get the thing settled, and the Commune will bind itself to keep you all your life. See there, now!
First Peasant. If the affair can be put into action, truly we might put her in a gold frame.
Second Peasant. That goes without saying!
Tánya. I can't promise for certain, but as the saying is: "An attempt is no sin, if you try...."