Margadon:
Peasant, do you want big, but pure love? Come to the hayloft in the evening.

Fimka:
Why not come? I'll come. Only you come too. A to von sudar' obeschal prijti, a posle ispugalsya.

Zhakob:
But she won't come alone. She'll come with a blacksmith.

Margadon:
What do we need a blacksmith for? We don't need a blacksmith. What am I, a horse?