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PETER [looking out of the window] The horses have got loose again. If we don't look out they'll be killing the colt. Nikíta! Hey, Nikíta! Is the fellow deaf? [Listens. To the women] Shut up, one can't hear anything.NIKÍTA [from outside] What?PETER. Drive the horses in.NIKÍTA. We'll drive 'em in. All in good time.PETER [shaking his head] Ah, these labourers! If I were well, I'd not keep one on no account. There's nothing but bother with 'em. [Rises and sits down again] Nikíta!... It's no good shouting. One of you'd better go. Go, Akoúl, drive 'em in.AKOULÍNA. What? The horses?PETER. What else?AKOULÍNA. All right. [Exit].PETER. Ah, but he's a loafer, that lad ... no good at all. Won't stir a finger if he can help it.
