LISA. Mother, what you are saying is terrible! Leave me alone!
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Very well! Turn your mother out of the house, and let in your rake of a husband!… Yes, I will not remain here! Good-bye, then—I leave you to your fate; you can do as you please! [Exit slamming door].
LISA [drops into a chair] That's the last straw!
SÁSHA. Never mind.… It will be all right; we'll soon pacify Mother.
ANNA PÁVLOVNA [passing through] Dounyásha! My trunk!
SÁSHA. Mother, listen!… [follows her out with a significant glance to Lisa].
Curtain.
Scene 2
A room in the gipsies' house. The choir is singing “Kanavela.” Fédya in his shirt-sleeves is lying prone on the sofa. Afrémov sits astride a chair in front of the leader of the choir. An officer sits at a table, on which are bottles of champagne and glasses. A musician is taking notes.
AFRÉMOV. Fédya, are you asleep?