LUKA. Does she always have these fits?
BUBNOFF. Always. You see, she came to find her lover--but he isn't
home--
LUKA. I guess she was hurt. Oh-ho! Everybody is trying to be boss--and
is threatening everybody else with all kinds of punishment--and still
there's no order in life . . . and no cleanliness--
BUBNOFF. All the world likes order--but some people's brains aren't
fit for it. All the same--the room should be swept--Nastya--you ought
to get busy!
NASTYA. Oh, certainly? Anything else? Think I'm your servant?
[_Silence_] I'm going to get drunk to-night--dead-drunk!
BUBNOFF. Fine business!
LUKA. Why do you want to get drunk, girlie? A while ago you were
crying--and now you say you'll get drunk--
NASTYA [_defiantly_] I'll drink--then I cry again--that's all there's
to it!
BUBNOFF. That's nothing!
LUKA. But for what reason--tell me! Every pimple has a cause! [_Nastya
remains silent, shaking her head_] Oh--you men--what's to become of
you? All right--I'll sweep the place. Where's your broom?