_vous savez ces chants et le livre de Job_...

on the simple pretext that 'foreigners are not allowed to loaf about a Russian church, and that they must come at the time fixed....' And he sent them into fainting fits....

That verger was suffering from an attack of administrative ardour, _et il a montre son pouvoir_." "Cut it short if you can, Stepan Trofimovitch." "Mr.von Lembke is making a tour of the province now.

_En un mot,_ this Andrey Antonovitch, though he is a russified German and of the Orthodox persuasion, and even--I will say that for him--a remarkably handsome man of about forty..." "What makes you think he's a handsome man?
He has eyes like a sheep's." "Precisely so.

But in this I yield, of course, to the opinion of our ladies." "Let's get on, Stepan Trofimovitch, I beg you! By the way, you're wearing a red neck-tie.