Oh heavens! That alone kept me happy for those five years that my falcon was living somewhere beyond the mountains, soaring, gazing at the sun....

Tell me, you impostor, have you got much by it?
Did you need a big bribe to consent?
I wouldn't have given you a farthing.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha!..." "Ugh, idiot!" snarled Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, still holding her tight by the arm.
"Go away, impostor!" she shouted peremptorily.

"I'm the wife of my prince; I'm not afraid of your knife!" "Knife!" "Yes, knife, you've a knife in your pocket.

You thought I was asleep but I saw it.