VASSILISA. Never mind whose turn it is! If the health inspector comes
and fines me, I'll throw out the lot of you--
BUBNOFF [_calmly_] Then how are you going to earn your living?
VASSILISA. I don't want a speck of dirt! [_Goes to kitchen; to
Nastya_] What are you hanging round here for? Why's your face all
swollen up? Why are you standing there like a dummy? Go on--sweep the
floor! Did you see Natalia? Was she here?
NASTYA. I don't know--I haven't seen her . . .
VASSILISA. Bubnoff! Was my sister here?
BUBNOFF. She brought him along.
VASSILISA. That one--was he home?