NAN. All right. I'll be back in a winking. [Long silence].
MÍTRITCH [roars] Oh Lord! merciful Nicholas!
NEIGHBOUR [starting] Oh, how he scared me? Who is it?
ANÍSYA. Why, Mítritch, our labourer.
NEIGHBOUR. Oh dear, oh dear, what a fright he did give me! I had quite forgotten. But tell me, dear, I've heard someone's been wooing Akoulína?
ANÍSYA [gets up from the loom and sits down by the table] There was some one from Dédlovo; but it seems the affair's got wind there too. They made a start, and then stopped; so the thing fell through. Of course, who'd care to?
NEIGHBOUR. And the Lizounófs from Zoúevo?
ANÍSYA. They made some steps too, but it didn't come off either. They won't even see us.
NEIGHBOUR. Yet it's time she was married.
ANÍSYA. Time and more than time! Ah, my dear, I'm that impatient to get her out of the house; but the matter does not come off. He does not wish it, nor she either. He's not yet had enough of his beauty, you see.