SHAPKIN (_to Kudriash_).
Let us move off; he'll pick a quarrel with us, very likely.

[_They move off a little._




SCENE II.

The Same, DIKOY and BORIS.


DIKOY.
Did you come here to loaf about in idleness? eh? Lazy good for nothing
fellow, confound you!

BORIS.
It's a holiday; what could I be doing at home?

DIKOY.
You'd find work to do if you wanted to. I've said it once, and I've said
it twice, "don't dare to let me come across you"; you're incorrigible!
Isn't there room enough for you? Go where one will, there you are! Damn
you! Why do you stand there like a post? Do you hear what's said to you?

BORIS.
I'm listening,--what more am I to do?