They become doctors, functionaries, officers.

I shall be a 'tinkler.' A sword at my side, spur on my boots.

Cling, cling! And what are you going to be ?" "I don't know," said Foma, pensively, examining his companion.
"You need not be anything.

And are you fond of pigeons ?" "Yes." "What a good-for-nothing you are! Oh! Eh!" Yozhov imitated Foma's slow way of speaking.

"How many pigeons do you have ?" "I have none." "Eh, you! Rich, and yet you have no pigeons.