Pasha will feed you now." "And you will drink up everything ?" she ventured to ask.
"None of your business, dirty vermin!" From that time, for three years, until his death, he did not notice, and did not speak to his son.
Vlasov had a dog as big and shaggy as himself.

She accompanied him to the factory every morning, and every evening she waited for him at the gate.

On holidays Vlasov started off on his round of the taverns.

He walked in silence, and stared into people's faces as if looking for somebody.

His dog trotted after him the whole day long.