hold, what a queen of a girl you have gotten for a wife for your son. Now you ought to set up the drinks, to do it according to property.
Fédor Iványch. That is entirely unnecessary. (An awkward silence.)
Fédor Iványch. I understand your peasant life quite well. I must tell you, I am myself considering about some land somewhere. I should like to build me a little house, and take to farming. I would not mind out your way.
Second Peasant. It is a very good thing!
First Peasant. In rivality, with money you can receive all kinds of pleasures in the village.
Third Peasant. I should say so! The life in the country, let me say, is in any case freer than in the city.
Fédor Iványch. Well, will you take me into your Commune, if I should settle in your village?
Second Peasant. Why not? You will treat the old men to liquor, and they will take you at once.
First Peasant. You will open a wine establishment, for example, or an inn, and you will live such a life that you won't have to die. You will lord it, and nothing more.
Fédor Iványch. We will see about that later. All I want is to live out my days in peace. I live comfortably here, and I should hate to leave the place: Leoníd Fédorovich is a man of rare kindness.
First Peasant. This is so in rivality. But how is it about our affair? Will it really be without consequences?
Fédor Iványch. He would like to help you.
Second Peasant. Evidently he is afraid of his wife.
Fédor Iványch. He is not afraid, but there is no agreement.
Third Peasant. You ought to try for us, father, for how can we get along without it? The land is small—
Fédor Iványch. We will see what will come of Tatyána's attempt. She has undertaken to help you.
Third Peasant (drinking tea). Father, take pity on
