Lebedieff. What if it isn’t, Sasha? Let them spin yarns if it amuses them. [He calls] Gabriel!
Gabriel brings him another glass of vodka and a glass of water.
Zinaida. His misfortunes have almost ruined him, poor man. His affairs are in a frightful condition. If Borkin did not take such good charge of his estate he and his Jewess would soon be starving to death. [She sighs] And what anxiety he has caused us! Heaven only knows how we have suffered. Do you realise, my dear, that for three years he has owed us nine thousand roubles?
Martha. [Horrified] Nine thousand!
Zinaida. Yes, that is the sum that my dear Paul has undertaken to lend him. He never knows to whom it is safe to lend money and to whom it is not. I don’t worry about the principal, but he ought to pay the interest on his debt.
Sasha. [Hotly] Mamma, you have already discussed this subject at least a thousand times!
Zinaida. What difference does it make to you? Why should you interfere?
Sasha. What is this mania you all have for gossiping about a man who has never done any of you any harm? Tell me, what harm has he done you?
Third Guest. Let me say two words, Miss Sasha. I esteem Ivanoff, and have always found him an honourable man, but, between ourselves, I also consider him an adventurer.
Sasha. I congratulate you on your opinion!
Third Guest. In proof of its truth, permit me to present to you the following facts, as they were communicated to me by his secretary, or shall I say rather, by his factotum, Borkin. Two years ago, at the time of the cattle plague, he bought some cattle and had them insured—
