You will suffer in the next world for such godless words." "How have I offended you, Ivan Ivanovitch?
I have not attacked your father nor your mother.

I don't know how I have insulted you." "Enough, enough, Ivan Nikiforovitch!" "By Heavens, Ivan Ivanovitch, I did not insult you!" "It's strange that the quails haven't come yet to the whistle." "Think what you please, but I have not insulted you in any way." "I don't know why they don't come," said Ivan Ivanovitch, as if he did not hear Ivan Nikiforovitch; "it is more than time for them already; but they seem to need more time for some reason." "You say that the barley is good ?" "Splendid barley, splendid!" A silence ensued.
"So you are having your clothes aired, Ivan Nikiforovitch ?" said Ivan Ivanovitch at length.
"Yes; those cursed women have ruined some beautiful clothes; almost new they were too.

Now I'm having them aired; the cloth is fine and good.
They only need turning to make them fit to wear again." "One thing among them pleased me extremely, Ivan Nikiforovitch." "What was that ?" "Tell me, please, what use do you make of the gun that has been put to air with the clothes ?" Here Ivan Ivanovitch offered his snuff.

"May I ask you to do me the favour ?" "By no means! take it yourself; I will use my own." Thereupon Ivan Nikiforovitch felt about him, and got hold of his snuff-box.

"That stupid woman! So she hung the gun out to air.