LUKA. I’ll see.
VASSILISA. Have you a passport?
LUKA. Yes.
VASSILISA. Give it to me.
LUKA. I’ll bring it over to your house—
VASSILISA. Call yourself a traveler? If you’d say a tramp—that would be nearer the truth—
LUKA [sighing] You’re not very kindly, mother!
[Vassilisa goes to door that leads to Pepel’s room, Alyoshka pokes his head through the kitchen door.]
ALYOSHKA. Has she left?
VASSILISA [turning around] Are you still here?