LUKA. [Clutches at his heart] Little fathers!... What people!... [Falls into a chair] Oh, I’m ill, I’m ill! I can’t breathe! POPOVA. Where’s Dasha? Dasha! [Shouts] Dasha! Pelageya! Dasha! [Rings.] LUKA. Oh! They’ve all gone out to pick fruit.... There’s nobody at home! I’m ill! Water! POPOVA. Get out of this, now. SMIRNOV. Can’t you be more polite? POPOVA. [Clenches her fists and stamps her foot] You’re a boor! A coarse bear! A Bourbon! A monster! SMIRNOV. What? What did you say? POPOVA. I said you are a bear, a monster! SMIRNOV. [Approaching her] May I ask what right you have to insult me? POPOVA. And suppose I am insulting you? Do you think I’m afraid of you? SMIRNOV. And do you think that just because you’re a poetic creature you can insult me with impunity? Eh? We’ll fight it out! LUKA. Little fathers!... What people!... Water! SMIRNOV. Pistols! POPOVA. Do you think I’m afraid of you just because you have large fists and a bull’s throat? Eh? You Bourbon! SMIRNOV. We’ll fight it out! I’m not going to be insulted by anybody, and I don’t care if you are a woman, one of the “softer sex,” indeed! POPOVA. [Trying to interrupt him] Bear! Bear! Bear! SMIRNOV. It’s about time we got rid of the prejudice that only men need pay for their insults. Devil take it, if you want equality of rights you can have it. We’re going to fight it out! POPOVA. With pistols? Very well! SMIRNOV. This very minute. POPOVA. This very minute! My husband had some pistols.... I’ll bring them here. [Is going, but turns back] What pleasure it will give me to put a bullet into your thick head! Devil take you! [Exit.] SMIRNOV. I’ll bring her down like a chicken! I’m not a little boy or a sentimental puppy; I don’t care about this “softer sex.” LUKA. Gracious little fathers!... [Kneels] Have pity on a poor old man, and go away from here! You’ve frightened her to death, and now you want to shoot her! SMIRNOV. [Not hearing him] If she fights, well that’s equality of rights, emancipation, and all that! Here the sexes are equal! I’ll shoot her on principle! But what a woman! [Parodying her] “Devil take you! I’ll put a bullet into your thick head.” Eh? How she reddened, how her cheeks shone!... She accepted my challenge! My word, it’s the first time in my life that I’ve seen.... LUKA. Go away, sir, and I’ll always pray to God for you! SMIRNOV. She is a woman! That’s the sort I can understand! A real woman! Not a sour-faced jellybag, but fire, gunpowder, a rocket! I’m even sorry to have to kill her! LUKA. [Weeps] Dear... dear sir, do go away! SMIRNOV. I absolutely like her! Absolutely! Even though her cheeks are dimpled, I like her! I’m almost ready to let the debt go... and I’m not angry any longer.... Wonderful woman! [Enter POPOVA with pistols.] POPOVA. Here are the pistols.... But before we fight you must show me how to fire. I’ve never held a pistol in my hands before.