"Hey, there, woman, boy!" Thereupon there appeared at the door the same fat woman and the small boy, now enveloped in a long and wide coat.

"Take Ivan Ivanovitch by the arms and lead him to the door!" "What! a nobleman ?" shouted Ivan Ivanovitch with a feeling of vexation and dignity.

"Just do it if you dare! Come on! I'll annihilate you and your stupid master.

The crows won't be able to find your bones." Ivan Ivanovitch spoke with uncommon force when his spirit was up.
The group presented a striking picture: Ivan Nikiforovitch standing in the middle of the room; the woman with her mouth wide open and a senseless, terrified look on her face, and Ivan Ivanovitch with uplifted hand, as the Roman tribunes are depicted.

This was a magnificent spectacle: and yet there was but one spectator; the boy in the ample coat, who stood quite quietly and picked his nose with his finger.
Finally Ivan Ivanovitch took his hat.