LUKA. Don’t disturb her!
VASSILISA. What are you loafing around here for?
LUKA. I’ll go—if you want me to . . .
VASSILISA [turning towards Pepel’s room] Vassily! I’ve some business with you . . .
[Luka goes to hallway door, opens it, and shuts it loudly, then warily climbs into a bunk, and from there to the top of the stove.]
VASSILISA [calling from Pepel’s room] Vaska—come here!
PEPEL. I won’t come—I don’t want to . . .
VASSILISA. Why? What are you angry about?
PEPEL. I’m sick of the whole thing . . .
VASSILISA. Sick of me, too?