THE TARTAR. Deal once more—the pitcher went after water—and got broke—and so did I!
[Kleshtch shakes his head and crosses to Bubnoff.]
ANNA. I keep on thinking—is it possible that I’ll suffer in the other world as I did in this—is it possible? There, too?
LUKA. Nothing of the sort! Don’t you disturb yourself! You’ll rest there . . . be patient. We all suffer, dear, each in our own way. . . . [Rises and goes quickly into kitchen]
BUBNOFF [sings]
“Watch as long as you please . . .”
ZOB. “I shan’t run away . . .”
BOTH [together]
“I long to be free, free—
Alas! I cannot break my chains. . . .”