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MALÁSHKA [howling] I've only just come out. Daddy wanted a drink.
WOMAN. I'll give it you. [She sees the land-owner, N. I. Sarýntsov]
Good-day, sir. Children are a trouble! I'm quite done up, everything on
my shoulders, and now they're taking our only worker to prison, and this
lout is sprawling about here.
NICHOLAS IVÁNOVICH. What are you saying? He's quite ill!
WOMAN. He's ill, and what about me? Am I not ill? When it's work, he's
ill; but to merry-make or pull my hair out, he's not too ill. Let him
die like a hound! What do I care?
NICHOLAS IVÁNOVICH. How can you say such wicked things?
WOMAN. I know it's a sin; but I can't subdue my heart. I'm expecting
another child, and I have to work for two. Other people have their
harvest in already, and we have not mowed a quarter of our oats yet. I
ought to finish binding the sheaves, but can't. I had to come and see
what the children were about.
NICHOLAS IVÁNOVICH. The oats shall be cut--I'll hire someone, and to
bind the sheaves too.
WOMAN. Oh, binding's nothing. I can do that myself, if it's only mown
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