and he is simply a rat escaping; men like that don't tell tales!" He ran to Filipov's house in Bogoyavlensky Street.
VI Pyotr Stepanovitch went first to Kirillov's.

He found him, as usual, alone, and at the moment practising gymnastics, that is, standing with his legs apart, brandishing his arms above his head in a peculiar way.
On the floor lay a ball.

The tea stood cold on the table, not cleared since breakfast.

Pyotr Stepanovitch stood for a minute on the threshold.
"You are very anxious about your health, it seems," he said in a loud and cheerful tone, going into the room.

"What a jolly ball, though; foo, how it bounces! Is that for gymnastics too ?" Kirillov put on his coat.
"Yes, that's for the good of my health too," he muttered dryly.