Mishka and Osip.
OSIP
Where is this to go?
MISHKA
In here, in here.
OSIP
Wait, let me fetch breath first. Lord! What a wretched life! On an empty stomach any load seems heavy.
MISHKA
Say, uncle, will the general be here soon?
OSIP
What general?
MISHKA
Your master.
OSIP
My master? What sort of a general is he?
MISHKA
Isn't he a general?
OSIP
Yes, he's a general, only the other way round.
MISHKA
Is that higher or lower than a real general?
OSIP
Higher.
MISHKA
Gee whiz! That's why they are raising such a racket about him here.
OSIP
Look here, young man, I see you're a smart fellow. Get me something to eat, won't you?
MISHKA
There isn't anything ready yet for the likes of you. You won't eat plain food. When your master takes his meal, they'll let you have the same as he gets.
OSIP
But have you got any plain stuff?
MISHKA
We have cabbage soup, porridge and pie.
OSIP
That's all right. We'll eat cabbage soup, porridge and pie, we'll eat everything. Come, help me with the valise. Is there another way to go out there?
MISHKA
Yes.
They both carry the valise into the next room.