But that one, that last letter of yours was the tiptop of perfection! How I did laugh! Oh, how I laughed!" "Monster, monster!" wailed Stepan Trofimovitch.
"Foo, damn it all, there's no talking to you.

I say, you're getting huffy again as you were last Thursday." Stepan Trofimovitch drew himself up, menacingly.
"How dare you speak to me in such language ?" "What language?
It's simple and clear." "Tell me, you monster, are you my son or not ?" "You know that best.

To be sure all fathers are disposed to be blind in such cases." "Silence! Silence!" cried Stepan Trofimovitch, shaking all over.
"You see you're screaming and swearing at me as you did last Thursday.
You tried to lift your stick against me, but you know, I found that document.

I was rummaging all the evening in my trunk from curiosity.
It's true there's nothing definite, you can take that comfort.

It's only a letter of my mother's to that Pole.