No time

The men are playing cards outside. Suddenly a shout comes from the second-floor window: “Jaan, go get your mother some kefir!” “Leave it, you idiot!” Jaan shouts back. “Can’t you see that I don’t have time!” “What are you doing, son! You had time to bring Mari a tripe on the third staircase, but you don’t have time for your mother some kefir!”