LIPA
What?
YEGOR
It. (He yawns and crosses himself) If mother were to rise from her grave now and see her children, she would be delighted. Fine children, she would say. I have nursed you, and brought you up, and what's the result? Regular good-for-nothing scamps. Tony'll soon begin to drink again. I can see it on his face. Who's ever heard of such a thing? People will soon be coming here for the feast-day, and I'll have to work alone for the whole bunch. Polya, hand me that match from the floor—there. No, not there, you blind goose. There, you stupid.
PELAGUEYA (hunting for the match)
I don't see it.
YEGOR
I'll take you by the back of your neck and give you such a shaking that you'll see mighty quick. There it is, damn you!
LIPA (faint)
Oh, God, what a blistering heat!