But you--oh, I know you! If you begin to talk about the creation, one's hair rises straight up on his head.
JUDGE .-- It came of itself, of its own accord.
CHIEF .-- Well, in some cases, it is worse to have brains than to be entirely without them.

As for you, Luka Luk'itch, as superintendent of schools, you must bestir yourself with regard to the teachers.

One of them, for instance, the fat-faced one--I don't recall his name--cannot get along without making grimaces when he takes his seat--like this (_makes a grimace_); and then he begins to smooth his beard out from under his neckerchief with his hand.

In short, if he makes such faces at the scholars, there is nothing to be said; it must be necessary; I am no judge as to that.

But just consider--if he were to do that to a visitor, it might be very unpleasant; the Inspector, or anyone else, might take it as personal.