Fomá. No, she will not be angry; she will be glad. [Exit Varvára.] Do you play patience here every night?
Ast. Every night for more than twenty years.
Fomá. What is it called?
Ast. It is called the Wolf!
Fomá. Does it ever come out?
Ast. It has come out twice. The first time I found a purse in the street which somebody had lost. The second time the man above me at the office died, and I got his place.
Fomá. It brings good luck then?
Ast. To me at least.
Fomá. How glad Praskóvya Petróvna will be!
[Enter Varvára with vodka bottle, which she sets on a table; no one drinks from it yet.]