MATRYoNA. Why, if it"s money, or something, you can leave orders?
PETER (to Anisya inside the house). Has Nan gone?
MATRYoNA (aside). There now, he"s remembered!
ANiSYA (from inside). She went then and there. Come inside, won"t you?
I"ll help you in.
PETER. Let me sit here a bit for the last time. The air"s so stuffy inside. Oh, how bad I feel! Oh, my heart"s burning.... Oh, if death would only come!
MATRYoNA. If G.o.d don"t take a soul, the soul can"t go out. Death and life are in G.o.d"s will. Peter Ignat.i.tch. You can"t be sure of death either. Maybe you"ll recover yet. There was a man in our village just like that, at the very point of death....
PETER. No, I feel I shall die to-day, I feel it.
[Leans back and shuts his eyes.
ANiSYA (enters). Well, now, are you coming in or not? You do keep one waiting. Peter! eh, Peter!
MATRYoNA (steps aside and beckons to ANiSYA with her finger). Well?
ANiSYA (comes down the porch steps). Not there.
MATRYoNA. But have you searched everywhere? Under the floor?
ANiSYA. No, it"s not there either. In the shed perhaps; he was rummaging there yesterday.
MATRYoNA. Go, search, search for all you"re worth. Go all over everywhere, as if you licked with your tongue! But I see he"ll die this very day, his nails are turning blue and his face looks earthy.
Is the samovar ready?
ANiSYA. Just on the boil.
NIKiTA (comes from the other side, if possible on horse-back, up to the gate, and does not see PETER. To MATRYoNA). How d"you do, mother, is all well at home?
MATRYoNA. The Lord be thanked, we"re all alive and have a crust to bite.
NIKiTA. Well and how"s master?
MATRYoNA. Hush, there he sits.
[Points to porch.
NIKiTA. Well, let him sit. What"s it to me?
PETER (opens his eyes). Nikita, I say, Nikita, come here!
[NIKiTA approaches. ANiSYA and MATRYoNA whisper together.
PETER. Why have you come back so early?
NIKiTA. I"ve finished ploughing.
PETER. Have you done the strip beyond the bridge?
NIKiTA. It"s too far to go there.
PETER. Too far? From here it"s still farther. You"ll have to go on purpose now. You might have made one job of it.
[ANiSYA, without showing herself, stands and listens.
MATRYoNA (approaches). Oh, sonny, why don"t you take more pains for your master? Your master is ill and depends on you; you should serve him as you would your own father, straining every muscle just as I always tell you to.
PETER. Well, then--o--oh!... Get out the seed potatoes, and the women will go and sort them.
ANiSYA (aside). No fear, I"m not going. He"s again sending every one away; he must have the money on him now, and wants to hide it somewhere.
PETER. Else ... o--oh! when the time comes for planting, they"ll all be rotten. Oh, I can"t stand it!
[Rises.
MATRYoNA (runs up into the porch and holds PETER up). Shall I help you into the hut?
PETER. Help me in. (Stops.) Nikita!
NIKiTA (angrily). What now?
PETER. I shan"t see you again.... I"ll die to-day.... Forgive me,[3]
for Christ"s sake, forgive me if I have ever sinned against you.... If I have sinned in word or deed.... There"s been all sorts of things.
Forgive me!
NIKiTA. What"s there to forgive? I"m a sinner myself.
MATRYoNA. Ah, sonny, have some feeling.
PETER. Forgive me, for Christ"s sake.
[Weeps.
NIKiTA (snivels). G.o.d will forgive you, Daddy Peter. I have no cause to complain of you. You"ve never done me any wrong. You forgive me; maybe I"ve sinned worse against you. (Weeps.)
[PETER goes in whimpering, MATRYoNA supporting him.
ANiSYA. Oh, my poor head! It"s not without some reason he"s. .h.i.t on that. (Approaches NIKiTA.) Why did you say the money was under the floor? It"s not there.
NIKiTA (does not answer, but cries). I have never had anything bad from him, nothing but good, and what have I gone and done!
ANiSYA. Enough now! Where"s the money?
NIKiTA (angrily). How should I know? Go and look for it yourself!