Gavrilych:  So what? – Lots of work, lots for to care!
                 Isn’t it time you gave us an heir?
Vova:        We still have time.
Gavrilych:  I’m really worried about your mood.
                 Let him grow up to be our helpmate.
                 That’ll be good.
Vova:        We shall consider it.
Gavrilych:  You are out of your mind!
                 At your age I gave every woman a child!..
                 Even now, never mind that my hair is gray,
                 I’d take to bed any woman that came my way.
Vova:        Okay, we’ll start from tomorrow on.
Gavrilych:  From tonight!
                 As soon as you knock off!
Vova:        You’re a fright!
Gavrilych:  Do what you set out to do!
                 Bloody hell, aren’t you a husband? Agreed?
Vova:        All right.
                 Look at this greenhorn!
                 I wouldn’t mind having my own baby born.