'Dear! Dear! What a business!' said the nurse. 'You must detain him somehow, Korney Vasilich – the master, I mean! And I'll run and get her out of the way. What a business!'
— Dio mio, Dio mio! — diceva la njanja. — Voi, Kornej Vasil’evic, dovreste trattenerlo, il padrone, e io corro su; in qualche modo la porterò via. Dio mio, Dio mio!