excitement.]

BORTSOV. Here, what's that? [Picks up the medallion] How dare you,
you beast? What right have you? [Tearfully] Do you want me to kill
you? You moujik! You boor!

TIHON. Don't be angry, sir. ... It isn't glass, it isn't
broken. ... Have another drink and go to sleep. [Pours out] Here
I've been listening to you all, and when I ought to have locked up
long ago. [Goes and looks door leading out.]

BORTSOV. [Drinks] How dare he? The fool! [to MERIK] Do you
understand? You're a fool, a donkey!

SAVVA. Children! If you please! Stop that talking! What's the good
of making a noise? Let people go to sleep.

TIHON. Lie down, lie down ... be quiet! [Goes behind the counter
and locks the till] It's time to sleep.

FEDYA. It's time! [Lies down] Pleasant dreams, brothers!

MERIK. [Gets up and spreads his short fur and coat the bench] Come
on, lie down, sir.

TIHON. And where will you sleep.

MERIK. Oh, anywhere. ... The floor will do. ... [Spreads a coat on
the floor] It's all one to me [Puts the axe by him] It would be
torture for him to sleep on the floor. He's used to silk and down. ...