BUBNOFF. Well—that tie isn’t worrying her any—
LUKA. Does she always have these fits?
BUBNOFF. Always. You see, she came to find her lover—but he isn’t home—
LUKA. I guess she was hurt. Oh-ho! Everybody is trying to be boss—and is threatening everybody else with all kinds of punishment—and still there’s no order in life . . . and no cleanliness—
BUBNOFF. All the world likes order—but some people’s brains aren’t fit for it. All the same—the room should be swept—Nastya—you ought to get busy!
NASTYA. Oh, certainly? Anything else? Think I’m your servant? [Silence] I’m going to get drunk to-night—dead-drunk!
BUBNOFF. Fine business!
LUKA. Why do you want to get drunk, girlie? A while ago you were crying—and now you say you’ll get drunk—
NASTYA [defiantly] I’ll drink—then I cry again—that’s all there’s to it!