Never mind the past.

Only God knows which of us is to blame.

He, the upright one, He'll tell it to you--wait! I shall keep silence.

This is not the time for us to discuss that matter.

You better tell me--what have you been doing all these years?
How did you come to that soda factory?
How have you made your way ?" "That's a long story," said Taras with a sigh; and emitting from his mouth a great puff of smoke, he began slowly: "When I acquired the possibility to live at liberty, I entered the office of the superintendent of the gold mines of the Remezovs." "I know; they're very rich.