<poem> —and no jewelry (the crazy fools)
But I've my two eyes and a smooth face and here's this! look! it's high! There's brains and blood in there— my name's Robitza! Corsets can go to the devil— and drawers along with them! What do I care!
My two boys? —they're keen! Let the rich lady care for them— they'll beat the school or let them go to the gutter— that ends trouble.
This house is empty isn't it? Then it's mine
because I need it.