Nikíta. There's a go now. How is it possible to go against one's father's will?
Anísya. Yes, I daresay, shove it all on your father. You know it's your own doing. You've long been plotting with that slut of yours, Marína. It's she has put you up to it. She didn't come here for nothing t'other day.
Nikíta. Marína? What's she to me? Much I care about her!... Plenty of them buzzing around.
Anísya. Then what has made your father come here? It's you have told him to. You've gone and deceived me.
[Cries.
Nikíta. Anísya, do you believe in a God or not? I never so much as dreamt of it. I know nothing at all about it. I never even dreamt of it—that's flat. My old dad has got it all out of his own pate.
Anísya. If you don't wish it yourself who can force you? He can't drive you like an ass.
Nikíta. Well, I reckon it's not possible to go against one's parent. But it's not by my wish.
Anísya. Don't you budge, that's all about it!
Nikíta. There was a fellow wouldn't budge, and the village elder gave him such a hiding.... That's what it might come to! I've no great wish for that sort of thing. They say it touches one up....