I want to enjoy myself, and here they perform a funeral service for me! What an outrage! I can't stand this any longer.

I'm going away!" "Jean, I am also going.

I'm weary, too," announced the gentleman with the side whiskers.
"Vassa," cried Zvantzev to his lady, "dress yourself!" "Yes, it's time to go," said the red-haired lady to Ookhtishchev.

"It is cold, and it will soon be dark." "Stepan! Clear everything away!" commanded Vassa.
All began to bustle about, all began to speak of something.

Foma stared at them in suspense and shuddered.