It's hot. The stove in the restaurant makes it so close here you can't breathe.

Shut it, shut it, I say. If it's too hot for you, you can go down into the cellar.

Savva and The Life of Man — Part 9

But what do you want to have the window shut for?

Savva and The Life of Man — Part 9

Because. Shut it! You have been told to shut the window--then shut it! What are you waiting for? _(Lipa, shrugging her shoulders, closes the window and is about to leave)_ Where are you going? The moment your father appears, you run away. Sit down!

Savva and The Life of Man — Part 9

Never mind whether I want you or not--sit down! Oh, my! _(He yawns and crosses himself)_ Where is Savva?

Fool! _(He yawns and crosses himself)_ Oh, Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us sinners! What was it I was dreaming about just now?

Who asked you? You stupid, how could you tell what I was dreaming? You've got brains, haven't you?

There. Put it down and don't "there" me. _(Takes the jug and drinks)_ What was I talking about? _(Pelagueya finishes scrubbing the floor)_ Oh yes, about the Father Superior. A smart fellow he is. You'll have to go a long way to find another like him. He had the old coffin exchanged for a new one. The pilgrims chewed the old one to pieces, so he put a new one in its place. He put a new one in place of the old one. They'll chew this, one to pieces too, the fools! Anything you give them, the fools! Do you hear or don't you?

I hear. What's so remarkable about it? A swindle, that's all.

What's remarkable about it is that, he didn't ask your advice. They chewed the old one to pieces, so he put a new one in its place exactly like it; Yes, just exactly like the one in which the saint lay before. Remember us in heaven where thou dwellest, O Saint! _(He crosses himself and yawns)_ You can lose your teeth on this one too. They chewed the old one to pieces completely. Where are you off to? Sit down!

But I can. Sit down, you won't melt. _(Pause)_ They chewed up the old one, so he put up a new one. Where is Savva?

He's playing; jackstones with the children.

Tell him I'll turn him out. I won't stand it.

I won't stand it. Who is he anyway? Never at home in time for dinner. He comes and feeds like a dog by himself--knocks about at night and doesn't lock the gate. I went out yesterday and found the gate wide open. If we are robbed, who'll pay for it?