NIKÍTA [sits down] You must forgive me, father. It's true I've had a drop; well, what of that? Even a hen will drink. Ain't it true? So you must forgive me. Never mind Mítritch, he doesn't mind, he'll put it up.
ANÍSYA. Shall I really light the samovár?
NIKÍTA. Light it! My parent has come. I wish to talk to him, and shall drink tea with him. [To Akoulína] Have you brought all the parcels?
AKOULÍNA. The parcels? I've brought mine, the rest's in the sledge. Hi, take this, this isn't mine!
Throws a parcel on the table and puts the others into her box. Nan watches her while she puts them away. Akím does not look at his son, but puts his leg-bands and bast-shoes on the oven.
ANÍSYA [going out with the samovár] Her box is full as it is, and still he's bought more!
THE POWER OF DARKNESS. Act III.
Nikíta. Have you brought all the parcels?
Akoulína. The parcels? I've brought mine, the rest's in the sledge.
Anísya. Her box is full as it is, and still he's bought more!