And you had better mind me.

In regard to affairs with women I may perfectly well be a teacher.

You must deal with a woman very plainly--give her a bottle of vodka, something to eat after it, then a couple of bottles of beer and after everything give her twenty kopecks in cash.

For this price she will show you all her love in the best way possible." "You are lying," said Foma, softly.
"I am lying?
Why shall I lie to you since I have observed that same policy perhaps a hundred times?
Just charge me to have dealings with her.

Eh?
I'll make you acquainted with her in a moment." "Very well," said Foma, feeling that he could hardly breathe and that something was choking his throat.
"Well, then, I'll bring her up in the evening." And Yefim smiled approvingly into Foma's face and walked off.