"Only he, my poor boy, can save me now, and, oh, why doesn't he come! Oh, my son, oh, my Petrusha....

And though I do not deserve the name of father, but rather that of tiger, yet..._Laissez-moi, mon ami,_ I'll lie down a little, to collect my ideas.

I am so tired, so tired.

And I think it's time you were in bed.

_Voyez vous,_ it's twelve o'clock....".