What a fool I should be!" "Sit down, sit down.

God be with it! let it burst! I won't mention it again." At this moment lunch was brought in.
Ivan Ivanovitch drank a glass and ate a pie with sour cream.

"Listen, Ivan Nikiforovitch: I will give you, besides the sow, two sacks of oats.

You did not sow any oats.

You'll have to buy some this year in any case." "By Heaven, Ivan Ivanovitch, I must tell you you are very foolish! Who ever heard of swapping a gun for two sacks of oats?
Never fear, you don't offer your coat." "But you forget, Ivan Nikiforovitch, that I am to give you the sow too." "What! two sacks of oats and a sow for a gun ?" "Why, is it too little ?" "For a gun ?" "Of course, for a gun." "Two sacks for a gun ?" "Two sacks, not empty, but filled with oats; and you've forgotten the sow." "Kiss your sow; and if you don't like that, then go to the Evil One!" "Oh, get angry now, do! See here; they'll stick your tongue full of red-hot needles in the other world for such godless words.