In it one feels like leading a dashing life.

One feels like working much and seriously.

And then, it is an intelligent town.

Just see what a practical newspaper is published here.

By the way, we intend to purchase it." "Whom do you mean by You ?" asked Mayakin.
"I, Urvantzov, Shchukin--" "That's praiseworthy!" said the old man, rapping the table with his hand.