GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. This is simply disgusting! If you don't know yourself how to observe decency, then sit in your hovel! If you haven't anything to wear, then don't have any fancies! You write verses, you wish to educate yourself--and you go about looking like a factory hand! Does education consist in this, in singing idiotic songs? You idiot! [_Through his teeth and looking askance at_ MÍTYA] Fool! [_Is silent_] Don't you dare to show yourself in that suit up-stairs. Listen, I tell you! [_To_ RAZLYULYÁYEV] And you too! Your father, to all appearances, rakes up money with a shovel, and you go about in this Russian smock. RAZLYULYÁYEV. What do you say! It's new--French goods--I ordered it from Moscow--from an acquaintance--twenty rubles a yard! Do you think I ought to go about in a bob-tailed coat, like Franz Fédorych at the apothecary's! Why, they all tease him there!--the deuce of a coat! What's the use of making people laugh! GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Much you know! It's hopeless to expect anything of you! You yourself are an idiot, and your father hasn't much more sense--he always goes about in dirty old clothes. You live like ignorant fools, and like fools you will die. RAZLYULYÁYEV. That's enough! GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. What? RAZLYULYÁYEV. That's enough, I say! GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Clown! You don't even know how to talk straight! It's simply waste of words to speak to you--like shooting peas against a wall--to waste words on such as you, fools! [_Goes out_. SCENE VIII _The same without_ TORTSÓV RAZLYULYÁYEV. Just look! How savage! What a rage he's in! Oh, we're awfully scared of you--you bet we are! MÍTYA. [_To_ GÚSLIN] There, that's the sort of life I lead! That's the sort of thing I have to put up with! RAZLYULYÁYEV. It'll drive you to drink--upon my word, it'll drive you to drink! But you'd better stop thinking about it. [_Sings_. "One mountain is high, And another is low; One darling is far, And another is near." _Enter_ LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA, ANNA IVÁNOVNA, MÁSHA, _and_ LÍZA. SCENE IX _The same and_ LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA, ANNA IVÁNOVNA, MÁSHA, _and_ LÍZA. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Peace, honest company! RAZLYULYÁYEV. I welcome you to our shanty. MÍTYA. Our respects! Please come in! What good wind brings you here? ANNA IVÁNOVNA. No wind--we just took it into our heads and came. Gordéy Kárpych has gone out, and Pelagéya Egórovna has gone to lie down, so now we are free! Be as jolly as you please! MÍTYA. I humbly beg you to sit down. _They sit down_; MÍTYA _seats himself opposite_ LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA; RAZLYULYÁYEV _walks about_. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. It grew dull sitting silent cracking nuts. "Come on, girls," said I, "and see the boys," and that suited the girls. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. What stories you do make up! We never thought of coming here--that was your idea. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Much you didn't! You were the first! Everybody knows, if a person wants a thing, then he thinks about it; the boys of the girls, and the girls of the boys.