KRASNÓV. [_Rising_] Grandfather Arkhíp, understand me! You know how I love her, there's no need telling! Until this happened, we lived together very comfortably; you all saw how I simply doted on her. Now that this gentleman has come I see that he talks in too free and easy a way with her; and that made me angry. Would you believe me, I didn't know what I was doing or saying. When she went to him, I waited half an hour--she didn't return; I waited an hour--she didn't return; I became furious; my very teeth began to chatter. Here I was imagining all sorts of things! Maybe I'm doing her wrong, am unjust to her; maybe she meant nothing; but what was there to do? I'm consumed with a fire, absolutely consumed, I wronged her, I admit; but was it easy for me? If you'd told me that she'd just died--I don't know what I'd do with myself, but it would be easier; then no one could take her from me. [_Weeps_] Some want money or reputation, but I need nothing except her love. Give me the choice: Here, Krasnóv, you can have gold-mines and royal castles, if you'll only give up your wife; or here, you can have a roofless mud hut, all sorts of hard work, but you may live with your wife. I won't utter a sound. I'll carry water on my back, just to be with her always. So listen, grandfather! Is it strange that with my hot temper I hurt her? If there's no love, then there's no anger. But you tell me that she herself wants to bow down to me! Such happiness can't come to me even in a dream. Certainly that is a load off my shoulders. It seems as though I'd just been born into the world! Thank you, grandfather Arkhíp! I was a dead man and you brought me to life again! I had such thoughts in my head that I can't make up for them by praying all my life. The devil was surely near me. Not only did he whisper in my ear, but--it's a sin to say it--[_in a low voice_] he might have made me raise my arm. ARKHÍP. What! At whom? KRASNÓV. Well, what's past is past. God preserve me from such torment in the future! I wouldn't wish such for my enemy. ARKHÍP. You'd better calm your heart! KRASNÓV. Ah, grandfather! I'd be glad to, but one can't restrain oneself. All at once your eyes become clouded, your head whirls, it seems as if some one were gripping your heart with his hand and you can think only of misfortune and sin. You walk about as if half crazed, and see nothing all around you. But now when your anger has calmed down, then you're at ease, as if nothing had happened. [LUKÉRYA _comes in and takes the bowl from the table_] Where's Tatyána Danílovna? LUKÉRYA. She's there, in the kitchen. KRASNÓV. Why in the kitchen? What is she doing there? The kitchen is no place for her to sit in! Call her in here. LUKÉRYA _goes out_. AFÓNYA. [_In a low voice to_ ARKHÍP] Grandfather, will she bow down to brother's feet or not? If not, then I'll leave. ARKHÍP. As they please, that's not our business! _Enter_ TATYÁNA and LUKÉRYA. SCENE V