Second Peasant. Where do you tug her to?
Tánya. Well, there's a thing made with bone, like—something like a stiff jacket, only up to here! Well, and I pull the strings just as when you saddle a horse—when you ... what d'ye call it? You know, when you spit on your hands!
Second Peasant. Tighten the girths, you mean.
Tánya. Yes, yes, that's it. And you know I mustn't shove against her with my knee.
[Laughs.
Second Peasant. Why do you pull her in?
Tánya. For a reason!
Second Peasant. Why, is she doing penance?
Tánya. No, it's for beauty's sake!
First Peasant. That's to say, you pull in her paunch for appearance' sake.