tired out, I can hardly stand… We cannot let the Vershinin's go home… The girls can sleep in the drawing room, and Vershinin himself can go down with the baron… Fyedotik also had better go with the baron, or perhaps with us in the dining room… The doctor is drunk, absolutely drunk, as if on purpose, and no one can be put with him. Vershinin's wife also must go in the drawing room. ANFISA. (Exhausted.) Dear Olya, my dearest one, don't get rid of me, please don't get rid of me! OLGA. What nonsense…
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