Fool! fool!" said another.
"I don't want to be hanged," said Yanson.
"Well, my friend, you may want it or not, that's your affair," replied the chief warden indifferently.

"Instead of talking nonsense, you had better arrange your affairs.

You still have something." "He has nothing.

One shirt and a suit of clothes.

And a fur cap! A sport!" Thus time passed until Thursday.