He is lost to me! A galley-slave--is that my son?
A blunt-snouted young pig.

He would not speak to his father, and--he stumbled." "What did he do ?" asked Lubov, eagerly listening to the old man's words.
"Who knows?
It may be that now he cannot understand himself, if he became sensible, and he must have become a sensible man; he's the son of a father who's not stupid, and then he must have suffered not a little.
They coddle them, the nihilists! They should have turned them over to me.

I'd show them what to do.

Into the desert! Into the isolated places--march! Come, now, my wise fellows, arrange life there according to your own will! Go ahead! And as authorities over them I'd station the robust peasants.

Well, now, honourable gentlemen, you were given to eat and to drink, you were given an education--what have you learned?
Pay your debts, pray.