NIKITA. Here's a fine muddle. I'm as sweet as honey on the lasses, but when a fellow's sinned with 'em it's a bad look-out! CURTAIN ACT II The scene represents the village street. To the left the outside of PETER'S hut, built of logs, with a porch in the middle; to the right of the hut the gates and a corner of the yard buildings. ANISYA is beating hemp in the street near the corner of the yard. Six months have elapsed since the First Act. ANISYA (stops and listens). Mumbling something again. He's probably got off the stove. [AKOULINA enters, carrying two pails on a yoke. ANISYA. He's calling. You go and see what he wants, kicking up such a row. AKOULINA. Why don't you go? ANISYA. Go, I tell you! [Exit AKOULINA into hut. He's bothering me to death. Won't let out where the money is, and that's all about it. He was out in the passage the other day. He must have been hiding it there. Now, I don't know myself where it is. Thank goodness he's afraid of parting with it, so that at least it will stay in the house. If only I could manage to find it. He hadn't it on him yesterday. Now I don't know where it can be. He has quite worn the life out of me. [Enter AKOULINA, tying her kerchief over her head. ANISYA. Where are you off to? AKOULINA. Where? Why, he's told me to go for Aunt Martha. "Fetch my sister," he says. "I am going to die," he says. "I have a word to say to her." ANISYA (aside). Asking for his sister? Oh, my poor head! Sure he wants to give it her. What shall I do? Oh! (To AKOULINA.) Don't go! Where are you off to? AKOULINA. To call Aunt. ANISYA. Don't go I tell you, I'll go myself. You go and take the clothes to the river to rinse. Else you'll not have finished by the evening. AKOULINA. But he told me to go. ANISYA. You go and do as you're bid. I tell you I'll fetch Martha myself. Take the shirts off the fence. AKOULINA. The shirts? But maybe you'll not go. He's given the order. ANISYA. Didn't I say I'd go? Where's Nan? AKOULINA. Nan? Minding the calves. ANISYA. Send her here. I dare say they'll not run away. [AKOULINA collects the clothes, and exit. ANISYA. If one doesn't go he'll scold. If one goes he'll give the money to his sister. All my trouble will be wasted. I don't myself know what I'm to do. My poor head's splitting. [Continues to work. [Enter MATRYONA, with a stick and a bundle, in outdoor clothes. MATRYONA. May the Lord help you, honey. ANISYA (looks round, stops working, and claps her hands with joy). Well, I never expected this! Mother Matryona, God has sent the right guest at the right time. MATRYONA. Well, how are things? ANISYA. Ah, I'm driven well-nigh crazy. It's awful! MATRYONA. Well, still alive, I hear? ANISYA. Oh, don't talk about it. He doesn't live and doesn't die! MATRYONA. But the money--has he given it to anybody? ANISYA. He's just sending for his sister Martha--probably about the money.