I'm not Varvara Petrovna, mind you." He got up and took his hat.
"I curse you henceforth!" Stepan Trofimovitch, as pale as death, stretched out his hand above him.
"Ach, what folly a man will descend to!" cried Pyotr Stepanovitch, actually surprised.

"Well, good-bye, old fellow, I shall never come and see you again.

Send me the article beforehand, don't forget, and try and let it be free from nonsense.

Facts, facts, facts.

And above all, let it be short.