MÍTYA. I don't drink. RAZLYULYÁYEV. With pleasure! [_He comes up with_ GÚSLIN _and drinks; then catches hold of_ ARÍNA] Now, then, let's start an old song. [_Sings_. "Oh, I'll sing an old song, Of Eréma, of Fomá--" ARÍNA. Stop, saucy; you've crumpled me all up! RAZLYULYÁYEV. [_Sings_] "The reins were in Kalúga; In Tarús' the hames were hid. Grooved runners had the sleigh; All by itself it slid." _The girls laugh_. ARÍNA. Let me go, I say! Now that's enough! [_Goes out_. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. What are you teasing the old woman for? Come and dance with me. RAZLYULYÁYEV. Come on, then! Play for us, Yasha! YÁSHA _plays; they dance_. FIRST GUEST. That's a lively little woman. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Yes, very lively, very lively. RAZLYULYÁYEV. [_Stamping his feet_] That's the way we do it. [_Stops dancing_. EGÓRUSHKA. [_Enters_] The girls have come. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Ask them in. [EGÓRUSHKA _goes out; the girls come in_. ARÍNA _brings in a dish and covers it_] Sit down and sing the dish songs; I'm so fond of them. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA, MÁSHA, LÍZA, _and_ ANNA IVÁNOVNA _take off their rings and put them into the dish; the girls sing_. "Sow the wheat, my mother, and bake the cake for me. Glory! Many guests are coming, my lovers for to be. Glory! Your guests will wear bast slippers, but mine have boots of hide. Glory! The girl of whom the song is sung, much good it doth betide. Glory! The girl whose ring is taken out, will find it so without a doubt. Glory!" RAZLYULYÁYEV _rolls up his sleeves, takes out a ring and gives it to_ LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. High time, high time! GIRLS. [_Sing_] "In Bélgorod a sparrow small, Glory! In Bélgorod sits on a wall. Glory! In a strange land he looks about. Glory! Her ring and fortune will come out. Glory!" ARÍNA. [_Enters_] The mummers have come; shall I let them in? PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Yes, let them in; let them have a dance. And you girls can sing afterwards. SCENE VI _The same and mummers; an_ OLD MAN _with a balalaika or guitar, a_ TRAINER _with a bear and goat_, EGÓRUSHKA _with molasses_. OLD MAN. [_Bowing_] To all this honest company, greeting! TRAINER. Make a bow, Mishka! [_The bear bows_. OLD MAN. Do you wish me to sing and dance and amuse you, and to limber up my old bones? PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. That's all right; yes, dance! Give them some wine, Arinushka. ARÍNA _serves the wine; some of them drink_. OLD MAN. Thank you humbly for your kind words, and for the entertainment. [_Sings_.