BARSSEGH. Do you, then, believe that I will overlook my wife's hair being pulled out? That I will not pardon.
OSSEP. What is there to pardon? Your wife tore my wife's veil from her head.
BARSSEGH. A veil is not hair.
OSSEP. For heaven's sake, stop! Is a women's spat our affair?
BARSSEGH. Say what you wish, but I will do what pleases me.
OSSEP. Calm yourself; calm yourself.
BARSSEGH. Yes, yes; I will calm you, too.
OSSEP. Believe me; it is unworthy of you.
BARSSEGH. She has torn her veil, he says. What is a veil, then? A thing that one can buy, and at most costs two rubles.
OSSEP. The hair was also not her own. Why do you worry yourself about it? For a two-ruble veil she tore a two-kopeck band. The band is there, and she can fasten the hair on again.