Why dispute about trifles?
What does it matter to him who it is gives him a beating ?" She laughed.
"Come along!" Shatov pulled me.

"The gate's creaking, he'll find us and beat her." And before we had time to run out on to the stairs we heard a drunken shout and a shower of oaths at the gate.
Shatov let me into his room and locked the door.
"You'll have to stay a minute if you don't want a scene.

He's squealing like a little pig, he must have stumbled over the gate again.

He falls flat every time." We didn't get off without a scene, however.
VI Shatov stood at the closed door of his room and listened; suddenly he sprang back.
"He's coming here, I knew he would," he whispered furiously.

"Now there'll be no getting rid of him till midnight." Several violent thumps of a fist on the door followed.
"Shatov, Shatov, open!" yelled the captain.