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Updated: June 4, 2025
TATYÁNA. Since yesterday I've begun to fear him so. You won't believe me; why, I shudder when he looks at me. LUKÉRYA. What do you think you'll do now? TATYÁNA. What's the use of thinking? My head's all in a muddle. It's bad, no matter how you look at it. I sold my very youth to one I cannot love, just for a piece of bread, and from one day to another he becomes more repulsive to me.
That day, before setting off to shoot, I had a conversation with the village constable about Lukerya. I learnt from him that in the village they called Lukerya the 'Living Relic'; that she gave them no trouble, however; they never heard complaint or repining from her. 'She asks nothing, but, on the contrary, she's grateful for everything; a gentle soul, one must say, if any there be.
"Come oftener," I'll tell him, "we like it better when you aren't here." So there'll be less talk and my heart will be calmer. Enter BABÁYEV, TATYÁNA, and LUKÉRYA. BABÁYEV, KRASNÓV, TATYÁNA, and LUKÉRYA BABÁYEV. So this is where you live! Is this your own little house? TATYÁNA. Our own. This is my husband. BABÁYEV. I'm delighted. I've known your wife a long while. KRASNÓV. That's your affair.
She has so much to do at home. She's just beginning to get used to the household! ULYÁNA. Yes, sister, you must get used to the household. That's our woman's duty. You didn't marry a millionaire, so you needn't put on airs. KÚRITSYN. Yes, you'd better learn, and well. You ought to take something! What sort of company have you brought? LUKÉRYA. To be frank, you've spoiled everything.
How embarrassing, how awfully embarrassing! KRASNÓV. What, embarrassing? Is some lord coming? What's the odds! Nothing to get excited over! Let him see our relatives. LUKÉRYA. Much he's interested! KRASNÓV. I can't chase my sister away for him. So there's nothing more to be said about it. I haven't set eyes on him yet, I don't know what he's like; these, at any rate, are our own.
LUKÉRYA. You see, he has a very crude manner, and we're not used to it. ARKHÍP. Wait, don't put in your word. She has a tongue of her own. You tell me, Tatyána. TATYÁNA. My husband is now angry with me and doesn't even look at me; he thinks I don't love him, and in that he's mistaken. TATYÁNA. I love him as my duty requires. If he thinks badly of me, I don't deserve it.
Only it seems something inside me in my body was broken.... Let me get my breath...half a minute... sir. Lukerya ceased, and I looked at her with surprise. What surprised me particularly was that she told her story almost cheerfully, without sighs and groans, not complaining nor asking for sympathy.
Be good enough to make yourself at home; everything is at your service. Will you have some tea? LUKÉRYA. Thank you, I've just had tea. But I must hurry home now. I have to attend to some matters with sister. Shall I extend her your greetings? BABÁYEV. Please be so kind. BABÁYEV. I should be so happy to have you, only I really don't know how to arrange it.
LUKÉRYA. After such actions on his part, it's no wonder he's repulsive. Especially when you compare him with others. The other man is a born gentleman in every sense of the word. TATYÁNA. Now what shall I do? If I could break off all connection with Valentin Pávlich, I should be very glad. But I see I should have thought of that before, and attended to the matter earlier; but now it's too late.
AFÓNYA. I don't want to talk to you. AFÓNYA. Oh, Heavens! don't touch me, don't touch! You can't fool me. LUKÉRYA. I don't in the least wish to fool you. AFÓNYA. You fooled brother, but you can't fool me. No, no! LUKÉRYA. I don't understand a bit what you're talking about. AFÓNYA. Oh, I'm exhausted! Go away: out of my sight. Don't torment me.
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