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Updated: June 4, 2025
TATYÁNA stands before the mirror putting on a kerchief; AFÓNYA is lying on the stove-couch; LUKÉRYA comes in with a figured table-cloth. LUKÉRYA. There, Tánya, I've borrowed a cloth from the neighbor to cover our table. TATYÁNA. Have you started the samovar? LUKÉRYA. Long ago; it'll boil soon. Well, you see it's just as I told you; that kerchief is much more becoming to you.
Volodka's wife, Lukerya, a plain young woman with prominent eyes and a nose like the beak of a bird, was kneading dough in a tub; Volodka was sitting on the stove with his legs hanging. "On the road near Nikita's buckwheat... the engineer with his dog..." Rodion began, after a rest, scratching his ribs and his elbow.
'But I fancy I'm no great sinner even in that way, in thought, Lukerya went on, 'for I've trained myself not to think, and above all, not to remember. The time goes faster. I must own I was astonished. 'You're always alone, Lukerya: how can you prevent the thoughts from coming into your head? or are you constantly asleep? 'Oh, no, sir! I can't always sleep.
LUKÉRYA. You feel worse because you don't appreciate kindness. AFÓNYA. I don't need it! I don't need anything. LUKÉRYA. Well, then just lie on your couch. Do you think I want anything from you? I'm all a-tremble. KRASNÓV comes in. The same and KRASNÓV KRASNÓV. Well, here I am. What a trick I've played! The joke's on Tatyána Danílovna.
But even though it's dark, there's always something to listen to: a cricket chirps, or a mouse begins scratching somewhere. That's when it's a good thing not to think! 'And I repeat the prayers too, Lukerya went on, after taking breath a little; 'only I don't know many of them -the prayers, I mean. And besides, why should I weary the Lord God? What can I ask Him for?
'Well, as you like, as you like, Lukerya. You know, I only suggested it for your good. 'I know, master, that it was for my good. But, master dear, who can help another? Who can enter into his soul? Every man must help himself! You won't believe me, perhaps. I lie here sometimes so alone...and it's as though there were no one else in the world but me. As if I alone were living!
Enter AFÓNYA. AFÓNYA. Where is Tatyána? Where is she, where is she? LUKÉRYA. What do you want her for? AFÓNYA. I need her. Tell me, where? Tell me, where? LUKÉRYA. Probably in the garden. AFÓNYA. Why are you fooling me? For once in your life tell the truth! Has she gone? Speak, has she gone? LUKÉRYA. Maybe she has gone. AFÓNYA. Did she just slip out of the gate? LUKÉRYA. Probably it was she.
I saw it long ago in your eyes; in your eyes flames flickered, devilish flames! LUKÉRYA. My, but you're a malicious imp! AFÓNYA. You just wait, just wait! You'll get sick of deceiving us; I'll show you up. LUKÉRYA. Don't threaten! We're not afraid of you. My God! What's all this? A street before PROKÓFYEVNA's house. Twilight ULYÁNA and PROKÓFYEVNA come out of the gate
If you only had seen how he pounced on me, and how terrible he's become. He looked daggers all the morning, left without saying good-by, and now he hasn't even come back for dinner. LUKÉRYA. What did he say to you when you were left alone yesterday? TATYÁNA. He scolded and abused, got all wrought up, and wept himself; what didn't he do!
It's really provoking. LUKÉRYA. You don't mean it! It seems to me that you used to have different opinions on such things. You weren't so anxious to know what pleased the husbands and what didn't. BABÁYEV. Yes, but that was in an entirely different social circle. There manners are much more free. LUKÉRYA. How do you know whether my sister has freedom or hasn't? Don't you want something?
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