I'm not afraid of you.

Once I was only the son of a flunkey, but now I've become a flunkey myself, like you.

Our Russian liberal is a flunkey before everything, and is only looking for some one whose boots he can clean." "What boots?
What allegory is this ?" "Allegory, indeed! You are laughing, I see....

Stepan Trofimovitch said truly that I lie under a stone, crushed but not killed, and do nothing but wriggle.

It was a good comparison of his." "Stepan Trofimovitch declares that you are mad over the Germans," I laughed.