Has Kondraty been here?
FRIAR
No, Mr. Savva.
[Pause. Again the piteous singing of the blind can be heard.
SAVVA
Got a cigarette, Vassya?
FRIAR
No, I haven't. I don't smoke.
LIPA (harshly)
What are you waiting for, Savva? Go away. You are not wanted here.
Look at yourself. You are a terrible sight. Your face is black.