cutting up such capers, it beats all!

LIZA. It isn't at all funny, it's just rude!

MASHA. I simply didn't know what to do from embarrassment.

_They seat themselves on the sofa._ LYUBIM KARPYCH _comes in._

SCENE X

_The same and_ LYUBIM KARPYCH

LIZA. Oh, good heavens, again!

MASHA. This is terrible!

RAZLYULYAYEV. Ha, ha, ha!

LYUBIM KARPYCH. Gurr, gurr, gurr; bul, bul, bul! With the finger nine! With
the cucumber fifteen! How do, friend! [_Holds out his hand to_ KORSHUNOV]
My respects! I haven't seen you for a thousand years and a day! How are
you?

KORSHUNOV. Oh, is this you, Lyubim?

LYUBIM KARPYCH. [_Covering his face with his hands_] I'm not I, and the
horse is not mine, and I'm not a coachman.

KORSHUNOV. I remember you, brother! You used to roam the town and pick up
kopeks.

LYUBIM KARPYCH. You remember how I used to pick up kopeks, but do you
remember how you and I used to go on sprees together? How we sat through
the dark autumn nights, and how we skipped back and forth, from the tavern
to the wine-shop? And don't you know who ruined me, and who turned me out
with a beggar's wallet?

KORSHUNOV. Why didn't you look out for yourself? Nobody dragged you in by
the collar, my dear fellow. It's your own fault.

LYUBIM KARPYCH. I was a fool! But, well, _you_ haven't much to be proud of!
You raised me to such heights, you promoted me to such a place--I've stolen
nothing, and yet I'm ashamed to look men in the eyes!

KORSHUNOV. You're the same old joker as ever! [_Turning to_ LYUBOV
GORDEYEVNA] You've got a jolly uncle! For old acquaintance sake, we'll
surely have to give him a ruble.

LYUBIM KARPYCH. Sh! It's not a question of rubles here! Pay up your old
debts, and for my niece here a million three hundred thousand! I won't sell
her cheaper.

KORSHUNOV. [_Laughing_] Won't you come down?

LYUBIM KARPYCH. Not a kopek!

RAZLYULYAYEV. Aha, Lyubim Karpych! Don't you take any less!

GORDEY KARPYCH _comes in._

SCENE XI

The same with GORDEY KARPYCH

GORDEY KARPYCH. So you are here! What are you doing in my house? Clear out!

KORSHUNOV. Wait a bit, Gordey Karpych; don't turn him out! Why turn him
out? Let him show off and make jokes. He, he, he!

LYUBIM KARPYCH. It's my brother that's joking, in giving his daughter to
you, but I'll play such a joke on you as won't suit your stomach!

GORDEY KARPYCH. This isn't the place for him. Get out!

LYUBIM KARPYCH. Wait, brother, d