SATINE. Organism—organon. . . .
ANNA. Andrei Mitritch. . . .
KLESHTCH. What now?
ANNA. Kvashnya left me some dumplings over there—you eat them!
KLESHTCH [coming over to her] And you—don’t you want any?
ANNA. No. Why should I eat? You’re a workman—you need it.
KLESHTCH. Frightened, are you? Don’t be! You’ll get all right!
ANNA. Go and eat! It’s hard on me. . . . I suppose very soon . . .
KLESHTCH [walking away] Never mind—maybe you’ll get well—you can never tell! [Goes into kitchen]