Third Peasant. All right, fill it, fill it.
First Peasant. Well, dear, and what progression is our business making?
Tánya. It's getting on....
First Peasant. Simon told us....
Tánya. (quickly). Did he?
Second Peasant. But he could not make us understand.
Tánya. I can't tell you now, but I'm doing my best—all I can! And I've got your paper here! (Shows the paper hidden under the bib of her apron.) If only one thing succeeds ... (Shrieks.) Oh, how nice it would be!
Second Peasant. Don't lose that paper, mind. It has cost money.
Tánya. Never fear. You only want him to sign it? Is that all?
Third Peasant. Why, what else? Let's say he's signed it, and it's done! (Turns his cup upside-down.) I've had enough.