Peter. That'll do. What are you raving about? Like a sheep with the staggers!
Anísya. You're a crazy cur, you are! One gets neither work nor pleasure from you. Eating your fill, that's all you do; you palsied cur, you!
Peter (spits and puts on coat). Faugh! The Lord have mercy! I'd better go myself and see what's up.
[Exit.
Anísya (after him). Scurvy long-nosed devil!
Akoulína. What are you swearing at dad for?
Anísya. Hold your noise, you idiot!
Akoulína (going to the door). I know why you're swearing at him. You're an idiot yourself, you bitch. I'm not afraid of you.
Anísya. What do you mean? (Jumps up and looks round for something to hit her with.) Mind, or I'll give you one with the poker.
Akoulína (opening the door). Bitch! devil! that's what you are! Devil! bitch! bitch! devil!