At the same time Mayakin asked him with a roguish and gentle smile: "Foma! Tell me--on whom you have sharpened your teeth?
Eh ?" "Why, are they sharp ?" asked Foma, pleased with the manner in which Mayakin now regarded him.
"Pretty good.

That's good, dear.

That's very good! Your father and I were afraid lest you should be a laggard.

Well, have you learned to drink vodka ?" "I drank it." "Rather too soon! Did you drink much of it ?" "Why much ?" "Does it taste good ?" "Not very." "So.

Never mind, all this is not so bad.