I can't decide who they look like.
Ilya: Manya looks more like me, and Vasya looks more like his mother.
Auntie Asya: Well, I remember you from the day you were born, and you had a rounder little face. A pretty little girl. And so big already! Five years old, she'll be starting school soon, won't she?
Ilya: Yes, she'll be starting school.
Auntie Asya: Would you like some bread?
Auntie Asya: No?
Vasya: No thank you.
Ilya: No thank you: he knows.
Ilya: We came in and walked with our shoes all over your clean floor.
Vasya: Papa, what's in the stove over there?
Ilya: What's in the stove? Ask Auntie Asya, what's in the stove? When was the last time you fed, I mean fired it up?
Auntie Asya: I keep jars and bottles there. But the stove works.
Ilya: Can we look?
Auntie Asya: Of course. Here's one little door...
Auntie Asya: And there's another little door.
Ilya: I see.
Auntie Asya: And there are two little shelves; this one has little holes in it. That's what it's like.
Ilya: A grate.
Auntie Asya: That's what it's called, a grate. And this is where the wood goes, and through the grate over there comes...
Ilya: You light it. And there's some kind of damper there, probably.
Ilya: Look, children, look at the swan.
Auntie Asya: When I first moved here there was a lot of renovation going on, and there was a lot of scrap wood around. So I burned it. And the stove, you know, it just howls and howls...
Ilya: It howls, right, it must have a really strong draft, then?
Auntie Asya: A very strong draft! So I would have a strong draft going and I burned everything in there, and my neighbors would come have a look.
Ilya: But you don't use it in the winter now?
Auntie Asya: No, there's no reason to anymore. And then I don't feel like cleaning up all the soot.
Ilya: All right, Auntie Asya, thank you so much! Children, say "goodbye" to Auntie Asya.