YEGOR
There it is. Where are you crawling? Under the chair. There, damn you!
SAVVA (enters gayly, the pocket of his blouse full of jackstones) I won six pair.
YEGOR
Well, the idea!
SAVVA
I finished that rascal Misha, cleared him all up. What are you mumbling about there?
YEGOR
Nothing. Only I wish you'd address me a little more politely.
SAVVA (paying no attention to him)