He charged on their ranks.

Violent and sombre, in the horror of his present strength and of his coming fall, he stunned them with his anger and his contempt.
He came and went through their lines, and suddenly took Count Martin by the shoulders, shook him and dragged him, exclaiming: "A throne is four pieces of wood covered with velvet?
No! A throne is a man, and that man is I.You have tried to throw mud at me.

Is this the time to remonstrate with me when there are two hundred thousand Cossacks at the frontiers?
Your Laine is a wicked man.

One should wash one's dirty linen at home." And while in his anger he twisted in his hand the embroidered collar of the deputy, he said: "The people know me.

They do not know you.