Well, what else ?" "And then, I somehow spent more." "Speak frankly.

It's not the money that I am asking you about--I just want to know how you lived there," insisted Ignat, regarding his son attentively and sternly.
"I was eating, drinking." Foma did not give in, bending his head morosely and confusedly.
"Drinking vodka ?" "Vodka, too." "Ah! So.

Isn't it rather too soon ?" "Ask Yefim whether I ever drank enough to be intoxicated." "Why should I ask Yefim?
You must tell me everything yourself.

So you are drinking?
I don't like it." "But I can get along without drinking." "Come, come! Do you want some cognac ?" Foma looked at his father and smiled broadly.

And his father answered him with a kindly smile: "Eh, you.