a ruiner of souls, that's what she is. She will do the same to you!
Nikíta. There is no stopping up a woman's mouth! You don't know yourself what you are yelling about.
Akulína. Yes, I do. I will not live with her. I will drive her away. She cannot stay with me. And she calls herself mistress. She is not a mistress, but a jailbird.
Nikíta. That will do. What have you to do with her? Don't look at her! Look at me! I am the master. I do what I want. I do not love her any longer—I love you. I love whomever I please. I rule here. She will be locked up. This is where she is. (Points under his feet.) Oh, I have no accordion!
The rolls are on the stove,
The mush is on the shelf,
And we will live,
And celebrate,
And death will come,
And we will die.
The rolls are on the stove,
The mush is on the shelf.
Scene XIII. The same and Mítrich (enter. Takes off his wraps and climbs on the oven).
Mítrich. Evidently the women have been fighting again. O Lord, merciful St. Nicholas!
Akím (sitting on the edge of the oven. Takes the leg-rags and shoes, and puts them on). Creep past me to the corner.
Mítrich (creeping). They won't agree at all. O Lord!
Nikíta. Get the syrup! We will drink the tea with it.
Scene XIV. The same and Anyútka.
Anyútka (enter, to Akulina). Sister! the samovár is boiling over.
