KLESHTCH. Shut up, you old bitch! It’s none of your business!
KVASHNYA. Ho-ho! can’t stand the truth, can you?
THE BARON. They’re off again! Nastya, where are you?
NASTYA [without lifting her head] Hey—go away!
ANNA [putting her head through the curtains] The day has started. For God’s sake, don’t row!
KLESHTCH. Whining again!
ANNA. Every blessed day . . . let me die in peace, can’t you?
BUBNOFF. Noise won’t keep you from dying.
KVASHNYA [walking up to Anna] Little mother, how did you ever manage to live with this wretch?
ANNA. Leave me alone—get away from me. . . .