LIPA (excitedly)
Father Kondraty—
KONDRATY (beating his breast)
Do you understand? I have lived all my life like a scoundrel, so why, why did God do this with me? Do you understand, Miss Olympiada? Do you understand? Eh?
SAVVA (perplexed)
Talk sense. Stop blubbering.
KONDRATY (waving his hand)
I am not angry with you. I bear you no grudge. Who are you that I should bear any resentment against you?
SAVVA
Talk sense.