Antìp. It would be jolly to have some tea now. (Stares at the ceiling, and puffs.)
Matryòna. Dàrya!
(Enter Dàrya.)
Matryòna. Bring the samovar; and ask Stepanìda Trofimovna for the keys. (Exit Dàrya. Silence. Màrya sits at her embroidery; Matryòna beside her; Antìp looks about the room, sighing.)
Antìp (sternly). Wife! come here!
Matryòna. What now?
Antìp (striking the table with his fist). Come here, I tell you!
Matryòna. Why, are you gone crazy?
Antìp (drumming on the table). What do you expect me to do with you?
Matryòna. Whatever can it be? (Timidly.) Antìp Antìpych?