He will not give you a few kopecks of the millions of rubles that he possesses.

And where did he get those rubles?
Ah! where did he get them--eh?
Tell me that!" Again the interrogative unwashed fist.

As the orator's wild and frenzied eye travelled round the room it lighted on a form near the door--a man standing a head and shoulders above any one in the room, a man enveloped in an old brown coat, with a woollen shawl round his throat, hiding half his face.
"Who is that ?" cried the orator, with an unsteady, pointing finger.

"He is no moujik.

Is that a tchinovnik, little fathers?
Has he come here to our meeting to spy upon us ?" "You may ask them who I am," replied the giant.