THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But the business will not come off, I see that already. FIRST PEASANT. How could we best put our affair into action, respected sir? Your reverence might take a little trouble over it, and we should give you full thankings from the Commune for your trouble. THIRD PEASANT. Do try, honey! We can't live! We have so little land. Talk of cattle--why, we have no room to keep a hen! [They bow]. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I am sorry for you, friends, but I can't think of any way to help you. I understand your case very well, but he has refused. So what can one do? Besides, the lady is also against it. Well, give me your papers--I'll try and see what I can do, but I hardly hope to succeed. [Exit]. Tánya and the three Peasants sigh. TÁNYA. But tell me, grand-dads, what is it that is wanted? FIRST PEASANT. Why, only that he should put his signature to our document. TÁNYA. That the master should sign? Is that all? FIRST PEASANT. Yes, only lay his signature on the deed and take the money, and there would be an end of the matter. THIRD PEASANT. He only has to write and sign, as the peasants, let's say, desire, so, let's say, I also desire. That's the whole affair--if he'd only take it and sign it, it's all done. TÁNYA [considering] He need only sign the paper and it's done? FIRST PEASANT. That's just so. The whole matter is in dependence on that, and nothing else. Let him sign, and we ask no more. TÁNYA. Just wait and see what Theodore Ivánitch will say. If he cannot persuade the master, I'll try something. FIRST PEASANT. Get round him, will you? TÁNYA. I'll try. THIRD PEASANT. Ay, the lass is going to bestir herself. Only get the thing settled, and the Commune will bind itself to keep you all your life. See there, now! FIRST PEASANT. If the affair can be put into action, truly we might put her in a gold frame. SECOND PEASANT. That goes without saying! TÁNYA. I can't promise for certain, but as the saying is: "An attempt is no sin, if you try ..." FIRST PEASANT. "You may win." That's just so. Enter Theodore Ivánitch. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. No, friends, it's no go! He has not done it, and he won't do it. Here, take your document. You may go. FIRST PEASANT [gives Tánya the paper] Then it's on you we pin all our reliance, for example. TÁNYA. Yes, yes! You go into the street, and I'll run out to you in a minute and have a word with you. Exeunt Peasants. TÁNYA. Theodore Ivánitch, dear Theodore Ivánitch, ask the master to come out and speak to me for a moment. I have something to say to him. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What next? TÁNYA. I must, Theodore Ivánitch. Ask him, do; there's nothing wrong about it, on my sacred word. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But what do you want with him? TÁNYA. That's a little secret. I will tell you later on, only ask him. THEODORE IVÁNITCH [smiling] I can't think what you are up to! All right, I'll go and ask him. [Exit].