But look how the Volga is working! Eh?
Fine?
She can split the whole world, like curd, with a knife.

Look, look! There you have my 'Boyarinya!' She floated but once.
Well, we'll have mass said for the dead." The barge was crushed into splinters.

Ignat and the godfather, sitting in the tavern on the shore, drank vodka and looked out of the window, watching the fragments of the "Boyarinya" drifting down the river together with the ice.
"Are you sorry for the vessel, Ignat ?" asked Mayakin.
"Why should I be sorry for it?
The Volga gave it to me, and the Volga has taken it back.

It did not tear off my hand." "Nevertheless." "What--nevertheless?
It is good at least that I saw how it was all done.
It's a lesson for the future.

But when my 'Volgar' was burned--I was really sorry--I didn't see it.