LUKA. Vassily—go away! Don’t you see—she’s goading you on . . . ridiculing you, don’t you understand . . . ?
PEPEL. Yes . . . You lie, lie! You won’t get what you want!
VASSILISA. Nor will I get what I don’t want, Vasya!
PEPEL [shaking his fist at her] We’ll see . . . [Exit]
VASSILISA [disappearing through window] I’ll arrange some wedding for you . . .
KOSTILYOFF [crossing to Luka] Well, old man, how’s everything?
LUKA. All right!
KOSTILYOFF. You’re going away, they say—?
LUKA. Soon.