GRUSHA
Noontime is meal time. Now we'll sit hopefully in the grass, while the good Grusha goes and buys a little pitcher of milk.
She knocks at the cottage door
Grandfather, could I have a little pitcher of milk? And a corn cake, maybe?
OLD MAN
Milk? We have no milk. The soldiers from the city have our goats. Go to the soldiers if you want milk.
GRUSHA
But…