ANNA [frightened] Oh—God!
LUKA. Hey—Adonis!
MIEDVIEDIEFF. Who’s that yelping?
PEPEL [crossing over to him] I! What of it?
MIEDVIEDIEFF. You yelp needlessly—that’s what! People ought to have some dignity!
PEPEL. Block-head! And that’s an uncle for you—ho-ho!
LUKA [to Pepel, in an undertone] Look here—don’t shout—this woman’s dying—her lips are already grey—don’t disturb her!
PEPEL. I’ve respect for you, grand-dad. You’re all right, you are! You lie well, and you spin pleasant yarns. Go on lying, brother—there’s little fun in this world . . .
BUBNOFF. Is the woman really dying?
LUKA. You think I’m joking?