Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I just want to say two words to Andrey. [Takes NUNIN aside] I say, old man, I'm a little put out....
Why do you call me your excellency?
I'm not a general!
I don't rank as the equivalent of a colonel, even.
NUNIN. [Whispers] I know, only, Fyodor Yakovlevitch, be a good man and let us call you your excellency!
The family here, you see, is patriarchal; it respects the aged, it likes rank.
REVUNOV.
Oh, if it's like that, very well.... [Goes to the table] Awfully!
NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA.
Sit down, your excellency!
Be so good as to have some of this, your excellency!
Only forgive us for not being used to etiquette; we're plain people!
REVUNOV. [Not hearing] What?
Hm... yes. [Pause] Yes....
In the old days everybody used to live simply and was happy.
In spite of my rank, I am a man who lives plainly.
To-day Andrey comes to me and asks me to come here to the wedding.
"How shall I go," I said, "when I don't know them?
It's not good manners!"
But he says:
"They are good, simple, patriarchal people, glad to see anybody."
Well, if that's the case... why not?
Very glad to come.
It's very dull for me at home by myself, and if my presence at a wedding can make anybody happy, then I'm delighted to be here....
ZHIGALOV.
Then that's sincere, is it, your excellency?
I respect that!
I'm a plain man myself, without any deception, and I respect others who are like that.
Eat, your excellency!
APLOMBOV.
Is it long since you retired, your excellency?
REVUNOV.
Eh?
Yes, yes....
Quite true....
Yes.
But, excuse me, what is this?
The fish is sour... and the bread is sour.
I can't eat this! [APLOMBOV and DASHENKA kiss each other] He, he, he...
Your health! [Pause] Yes....
In the old days everything was simple and everybody was glad....
I love simplicity....
I'm an old man. I retired in 1865.
I'm 72.
Yes, of course, in my younger days it was different, but—[Sees MOZGOVOY] You there... a sailor, are you?
MOZGOVOY.
Yes, just so.
REVUNOV.
Aha, so... yes.
The navy means hard work.