VASSILISA. I told you, young puppy, that not a shadow of you should
stick around here--and you're back--eh?
ALYOSHKA. Vassilisa Karpovna . . . shall I tune up a funeral march for
you?
VASSILISA [_seizing him by the shoulders_] Get out!
ALYOSHKA [_moving towards the door_] Wait--you can't put me out this
way! I learned this funeral march a little while ago! It's refreshing
music . . . wait--you can't put me out like that!
VASSILISA. I'll show whether I can or not. I'll rouse the whole street
against you--you foul-mouthed creature--you're too young to bark about
me--