SATINE. I’ve won fifty-three kopecks.
THE ACTOR. Give me three of them . . . though, what’ll I do with them?
LUKA [coming from kitchen] Well—the Tartar was fleeced all right, eh? Going to have some vodka?
THE BARON. Come with us.
SATINE. I wonder what you’ll be like when you’re drunk.
LUKA. Same as when I’m sober.
THE ACTOR. Come on, old man—I’ll recite verses for you . . .
LUKA. What?
THE ACTOR. Verses. Don’t you understand?