"Well, who wrote it ?" "What do you wish to know it for, papa ?" "Come, tell me!" She had no desire to tell, but the old man persisted, and his voice was growing more and more dry and angry.

Then she asked him uneasily: "And you will not do him any ill for it ?" "I?
I will--bite his head off! Fool! What can I do to him?
They, these writers, are not a foolish lot and are therefore a power--a power, the devils! And I am not the governor, and even he cannot put one's hand out of joint or tie one's tongue.

Like mice, they gnaw us little by little.
And we have to poison them not with matches, but with roubles.

Yes! Well, who is it ?" "Do you remember, when I was going to school, a Gymnasium student used to come up to us.

Yozhov?
Such a dark little fellow!" "Mm! Of course, I saw him.