ANNA [pointing] Thank you, grand-dad.
KVASHNYA. There—she’s married—look at her!
LUKA. The little woman is in very bad shape . . . she was creeping along the hallway, clinging to the wall and moaning—why do you leave her by herself?
KVASHNYA. Oh, pure carelessness on our part, little father—forgive us! Her maid, it appears, went out for a walk . . .
LUKA. Go on—poke fun at me . . . but, all the same, how can you neglect a human being like that? No matter who or what, every human life has its worth . . .
MIEDVIEDIEFF. There should be supervision! Suppose she died suddenly—? That would cause a lot of bother . . . we must look after her!
LUKA. True, sergeant!
MIEDVIEDIEFF. Well—yes—though I’m not a sergeant—ah—yet!
LUKA. No! But you carry yourself most martially!