NIKÍTA [still more severely] Who's come?
ANÍSYA [goes up and takes him by the arm] Well then, husband has come. Now then, come in!
NIKÍTA [holds back] Ah, that's it! Husband! And what's husband called? Speak properly.
ANÍSYA. Oh bother you! Nikíta!
NIKÍTA. Where have you learnt manners? The full name.
ANÍSYA. Nikíta Akímitch! Now then!
NIKÍTA [still in the doorway] Ah, that's it! But now—the surname?
ANÍSYA [laughs and pulls him by the arm] Tchilíkin. Dear me, what airs!
NIKÍTA. Ah, that's it. [Holds on to the door-post] No, now say with which foot Tchilíkin steps into this house!
ANÍSYA. That's enough! You're letting the cold in!