NIKÍTA. Well, give it here. I'll shove it away somewhere.
ANÍSYA. Where will you shove it to?
NIKÍTA [laughing] Why, are you afraid?
Enter Akoulína, carrying clothes from the wash.
ANÍSYA. O-oh, my poor head! [Gives the money] Mind, Nikíta.
NIKÍTA. What are you afraid of? I'll hide it so that I'll not be able to find it myself. [Exit].
ANÍSYA [stands in terror] Oh dear, and supposing he …
MATRYÓNA. Well, is he dead?
ANÍSYA. Yes, he seems dead. He did not move when I took it.
MATRYÓNA. Go in, there's Akoulína.