How he talked! Heavens, how he could talk! "Yes, and you require polite actions.

See here, give it to me!" "The idea! The gun is valuable; you can't find such guns anywhere nowadays.

I bought it of a Turk when I joined the militia; and now, to give it away all of a sudden! Impossible! It is an indispensable article." "Indispensable for what ?" "For what?
What if robbers should attack the house ?...

Indispensable indeed! Glory to God! I know that a gun stands in my storehouse." "A fine gun that! Why, Ivan Nikiforovitch, the lock is ruined." "What do you mean by ruined?
It can be set right; all that needs to be done is to rub it with hemp-oil, so that it may not rust." "I see in your words, Ivan Nikiforovitch, anything but a friendly disposition towards me.

You will do nothing for me in token of friendship." "How can you say, Ivan Ivanovitch, that I show you no friendship?
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.