Bobrov! why did you lie about that mistress of yours, saying that she had robbed you, and then send her to prison?
If you had grown tired of her, you might have given her over to your son.

Anyway he has started an intrigue with that other mistress of yours.

Didn't you know it?
Eh, you fat pig, ha, ha! And you, Lup, open again a brothel, and fleece your guests there as before.

And then the devil will fleece you, ha, ha! It is good to be a rascal with a pious face like yours! Whom did you kill then, Lup ?" Foma spoke, interrupting his speech with loud, malevolent laughter, and saw that his words were producing an impression on these people.

Before, when he had spoken to all of them they turned away from him, stepping aside, forming groups, and looking at their accuser from afar with anger and contempt.