NATASHA. Anna—she’s dead!
BUBNOFF. That means—she’s stopped coughing! [Goes to Anna’s bed, looks, and returns to his bunk] We must tell Kleshtch—it’s his business to know . . .
THE ACTOR. I’ll go—I’ll say to him—she lost her name—[Exit]
NATASHA. [in centre of room] I, too—some day—I’ll be found in the cellar—dead. . . .
BUBNOFF [spreading out some rags on his bunk] What’s that? What are you muttering?
NATASHA. Nothing much . . .
BUBNOFF. Waiting for Vaska, eh? Take care—Vassilisa’ll break your head!
NATASHA. Isn’t it the same who breaks it? I’d much rather he’d do it!
BUBNOFF [lying down] Well—that’s your own affair . . .