SALOME. May I go blind! Khali, how can you say that? How much did you promise him?
KHALI. How much did we promise him? Ha! ha! as though you did not know it! Eight thousand rubles.
SALOME. Then you promised more than we did, for we can give him only 7,000.
KHALI. You surely do not think me so stupid as to believe that!
SALOME. As sure as I wish my Nato all good fortune, what I say is true.
KHALI. And you think that I believe you?
SALOME. What? What do you say? Would I swear falsely about my daughter?
KHALI. Of course it is so! Would he let my 8,000 go to take your 7,000?
SALOME. I am not to blame for that. Probably your daughter did not please him, since he did not want her.
KHALI. What fault have you to find with my daughter? As though yours were prettier, you insolent woman, you!