SATINE. Why—people aren’t ashamed to let you live worse than a dog. Just think . . . you stop work—so do I—so do hundreds, thousands of others—everybody—understand?—everybody’ll quit working . . . nobody’ll do a damned thing—and then what’ll happen?
KLESHTCH. They’ll all starve to death . . .
LUKA [to Satine] If those are your notions, you ought to join the order of Begunes—you know—there’s some such organization . . .
SATINE. I know—grandfather—and they’re no fools . . .
[Natasha is heard screaming behind Kostilyoff’s window: “What for? Stop! What have I done?”]
LUKA [worried] Natasha! That was she crying—oh, God . . .
[From Kostilyoff’s room is heard noise, shuffling, breaking of crockery, and Kostilyoff’s shrill cry: “Ah! Heretic! Bitch!”]
VASSILISA. Wait, wait—I’ll teach her—there, there!
NATASHA. They’re beating me—killing me . . .
SATINE [shouts through the window] Hey—you there—. . .