Fomá. No.
[A knock. Enter Spiridón.]
Spir. Peace be on this house. May the saints watch over all of you! Astéryi Ivanovitch will have told you of my proposal.
Pras. Yes, I have heard of it, Spiridón.
Fomá. Good-by, Spiridón; there is no work for you here. That is all over.
Pras. Why do you say that that is all over?
Fomá. There will be no tomb-house to build.
Pras. No tomb-house? How dare you say so? He is laughing at us, Spiridón. The tomb-house that we have planned together, with the table in the middle, and the two chairs.... Do not listen to him, Spiridón. At last I have money enough; let us count it together.
Sasha. Give me my share, mother!
Pras. I have no money for you.