NIKÍTA. Oh, that Anísya, she's gall and wormwood to me, but she's round my feet like rank weeds!
MARÍNA. Whatever she is, still she's your wife.… But what's the use of talking; you'd better go to your visitors, and send my husband to me.
NIKÍTA. Oh dear, if you knew the whole business … but there's no good talking!
Enter Marína's husband, red and tipsy, and Nan.
MARÍNA'S HUSBAND. Marína! Missis! My old woman! are you here?
NIKÍTA. There's your husband calling you. Go!
MARÍNA. And you?
NIKÍTA. I? I'll lie down here for a bit! [Lies down on the straw].
HUSBAND. Where is she then?
NAN. There she is, near the barn.