PELAGUEYA (going)
No wonder. You're enough to drive a man to drink. Cranks. (Exit)
LIPA
My, how stifling! I don't know what to do with myself. Say, Savva, why aren't you nicer to Polya? She is such a wretched creature.
SAVVA
A slavish soul.
LIPA
It isn't her fault if she's that way.
SAVVA (coldly)
Nor mine either.