GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Now we've had this little spree! So now you tell me, what sort of a man I am. Can they appreciate me here? KÓRSHUNOV. Why should they appreciate you? GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. No, tell me this: Isn't everything well done here? In other houses a young fellow waits at table in a Russian smock, or there's a peasant girl; but in my house there's a butler in cotton gloves. This butler is a trained man, from Moscow; he knows all the ways of society--where each man should be seated, and what's to be done. But how is it at other people's houses? They collect in one room, they sit down in a ring, and sing peasant songs. Of course it's jolly, but I consider it's vulgar; there's no style about it. And what do they drink in their boorishness? Home-made cordials, all sorts of cherry water! And they don't even _know_ that champagne is the proper thing! Oh, if I could live in Moscow, or in Petersburg, I'd make a point of following every fashion. KÓRSHUNOV. You don't mean every fashion? GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Every one. As long as my money held out, I wouldn't stint myself. You just look out, Lyubóv; you toe the mark! Or else your bridegroom--you see he's from Moscow--may be ashamed of you. I suppose you don't even know how to walk gracefully, and you don't understand how to talk as is proper in company. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. I say what I feel, father; I wasn't brought up in a boarding-school. _The butler enters, and gives wine to KÓRSHUNOV and GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. He places the bottles on the table, and goes out._ GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. That's it, son-in-law! Just let them know what sort of man Gordéy Kárpych Tortsóv is! _EGÓRUSHKA comes in._ EGÓRUSHKA. Uncle Gordéy Kárpych, come here, if you please. GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. What's the matter with you? EGÓRUSHKA. Come, please: there's such a scene! [_Laughs_] GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. [_Approaching_] What's the matter? EGÓRUSHKA. Uncle Lyubím Kárpych has come in. GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Why did they let him in? EGÓRUSHKA. It must be that he just took it into his head; we can't stop him, anyhow. [_Bursts out laughing._] GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. What's he doing? EGÓRUSHKA. He's turning out the guests. [_Bursts out laughing_] "You're glad to eat another man's bread," says he. "I'm also the host," says he. "I," says he---- [_Bursts out laughing._] GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Sh--he's ruined me! [_Goes out with EGÓRUSHKA._] KÓRSHUNOV. What's all this about? LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. I don't know. It must be that uncle is--Sometimes he takes a notion. _Enter_ RAZLYULYÁYEV, MÁSHA, _and_ LÍZA. SCENE IX LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA, KÓRSHUNOV, RAZLYULYÁYEV, MÁSHA, _and_ LÍZA. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. [_At the door_] Where is your brother? Where is Lyubím Kárpych? What has he done? Oh, misery! LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. He isn't here, mother. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA _goes out._ RAZLYULYÁYEV. There you are! Lyubím Kárpych is playing some famous tricks! Ha, ha, ha! He's cutting up such capers, it beats all! LÍZA. It isn't at all funny, it's just rude!