NIKITA. We'll drive 'em in. All in good time. PETER (shaking his head). Ah, these laborers! If I were well, I'd not keep one on no account. There's nothing but bother with 'em. (Rises and sits down again.) Nikita!.... It's no good shouting. One of you'd better go. Go, Akoul, drive 'em in. AKOULINA. What? The horses? PETER. What else? AKOULINA. All right. [Exit. PETER. Ah, but he's a loafer, that lad ... no good at all. Won't stir a finger if he can help it. ANISYA. You're so mighty brisk yourself. When you're not sprawling on the top of the oven you're squatting on the bench. To goad others to work is all you're fit for. PETER. If one weren't to goad you on a bit, one'd have no roof left over one's head before the year's out. Oh, what people! ANISYA. You go shoving a dozen jobs on to one's shoulders, and then do nothing but scold. It's easy to lie on the oven and give orders. PETER (sighing). Oh, if 'twere not for this sickness that's got hold of me, I'd not keep him on another day. AKOULINA (off the scene). Gee up, gee, woo. [A colt neighs, the stamping of horses' feet and the creaking of the gate are heard. PETER. Bragging, that's what he's good at. I'd like to sack him, I would indeed. ANISYA (mimicking him). "Like to sack him." You buckle to yourself, and then talk. AKOULINA (enters). It's all I could do to drive 'em in. That piebald always will.... PETER. And where's Nikita? AKOULINA. Where's Nikita? Why, standing out there in the street. PETER. What's he standing there for? AKOULINA. What's he standing there for? He stands there jabbering. PETER. One can't get any sense out of her! Who's he jabbering with? AKOULINA (does not hear). Eh, what? [PETER waves her off. She sits down to her spinning. NAN (running in to her mother). Nikita's father and mother have come. They're going to take him away. It's true! ANISYA. Nonsense! NAN. Yes. Blest if they're not! (Laughing.) I was just going by, and Nikita, he says, "Good-bye, Anna Petrovna," he says, "you must come and dance at my wedding. I'm leaving you," he says, and laughs. ANISYA (to her husband). There now. Much he cares. You see, he wants to leave of himself. "Sack him" indeed! PETER. Well, let him go. Just as if I couldn't find somebody else. ANISYA. And what about the money he's had in advance? [NAN stands listening at the door for awhile, and then exit. PETER (frowning). The money? Well, he can work it off in summer, anyhow. ANISYA. Well, of course you'll be glad if he goes and you've not got to feed him. It's only me as'll have to work like a horse all the winter. That lass of yours isn't over fond of work either. And you'll be lying up on the oven. I know you. PETER. What's the good of wearing out one's tongue before one has the hang of the matter?