MADAM ULANBÉKOV. There's poison on your tongue. [_She reflects_. POTÁPYCH _takes the cups_. GAVRÍLOVNA _fills them and gives them back_. GRÍSHA _comes in from the garden, gives_ GAVRÍLOVNA _a push, and makes a sign with his head that she is to pour him another cup_. GAVRÍLOVNA _does so_. GRÍSHA _goes out_] However, I must marry off Nádya. NÁDYA. [_Almost weeping_] Mistress, you have shown me such kindness that I can't even express it. Forgive me for daring to speak to you now; but, because of your attitude towards me, I expected quite a different favor from you. In what respect have I displeased you now, mistress, that you wish to marry me to a drunkard? MADAM ULANBÉKOV. My dear, it's not for you to argue about that; you're just a girl. You ought to rely in all things upon me, your patroness. I brought you up, and I am even bound to establish you in life. And again, you ought not to forget this: that he is my godson. Rather, you ought to be thankful for the honor. And now I tell you once and for all: I do not like it when my girls argue, I simply do not like it, and that's all there is to it. That's a thing I cannot permit anybody. I've been accustomed, from my youth, to having people obey my every word; it's time you knew that! And it's very strange to me, my dear, that you should presume to oppose me. I see that I have spoiled you; and you at once get conceited. [NÁDYA _weeps._ VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Benefactress, one must have feeling for his fellow creature, one must have feeling. But what kind of feelings can such as they have, save ingratitude? MADAM ULANBÉKOV. No one's talking to you! What are you mixing into everything for? [_To_ NÁDYA, _sternly_] What new tale is this? Still crying! Let's have no more tears! [NÁDYA _weeps_] I'm talking to you. [_Rising slightly_] Your tears mean absolutely nothing to me! When I make up my mind to do a thing, I take a firm stand, and listen to no one on earth! [_She sits down_] And know, first of all, that your obstinacy will lead to nothing; you will simply anger me. NÁDYA. [_Weeping_] I'm an orphan, mistress! Your will must be obeyed! MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Well, I should say! Of course it must; because I brought you up; that's equal to giving you life itself. LEONÍD _enters._ SCENE III _The same and_ LEONÍD LEONÍD. How are you, mamma? MADAM ULANBÉKOV. How are you, my dear? Where have you been? LEONÍD. I went hunting with Potápych. I killed two ducks, mamma. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. You don't spare your mother; the idea, going hunting in your state of health! You'll fall sick again, God forbid! and then you'll simply kill me! Ah, my God, how I have suffered with that child! [_She muses._ GAVRÍLOVNA. Some tea, master? LEONÍD. No, thanks.