“Iunderstand，YegorVlassitch。“
“Youdon’tunderstandifyouaregoingtocry。“
“II’mnotcrying，“saidPelagea，turningaway。“It’sasin，YegorVlassitch！Youmightstayadaywithlucklessme，anyway。It’stwelveyearssinceIwasmarriedtoyou，and
andtherehasneveroncebeenlovebetweenus！I。Iamnotcrying。“
“Love“mutteredYegor，scratchinghishand。“Therecan’tbeanylove。It’sonlyinnamewearehusbandandwife；wearen’treally。InyoureyesIamawildman，andinmineyouareasimplepeasantwomanwithnounderstanding。Arewewellmatched？