Sasha [advancing]. I must have money.
Pras. You shall not touch it.
Sasha. I will not go unless you give me money.
Pras. It is not mine. I have promised it all to Spiridón. Help me, Astéryi Ivanovitch; he will drive me mad! Oh, what must I do? What must I do? Is there no way, Varvára? [Tap of drums without.] [To Sasha.] Go! go! go quickly, or worse will befall you.
Sasha. I will not go and starve while you have all this money.
Pras. Ah! Since you will have it so.... It is you, not I! [Running out at the door and calling.] Patrol! Patrol!
Fomá. Stop her.
Var. Oh, Hóspodi!
Pras. Help! Help! Come here!
Fomá. What have you done? What have you done?