Yes, I tell you my days on earth are numbered.

Indeed, it is high time to prepare myself for death; to cast everything aside; to fast, and see to it that people bear me good-will." "They will!" said Foma with confidence.
"If there were but a reason why they should." "And the lodging-house ?" Ignat looked at his son and began to laugh.
"Yakov has had time to tell it to you already! The old miser.

He must have abused me ?" "A little." Foma smiled.
"Of course! Don't I know him ?" "He spoke of it as though it were his own money." Ignat leaned back in his chair and burst into still louder laughter.
"The old raven, eh?
That's quite true.

Whether it be his own money or mine, it is all the same to him.

There he is trembling now.