I know him.

So it's he ?" "Yes." "The little mouse! Even at that time one could see already that something wrong would come out of him.

Even then he stood in the way of other people.

A bold boy he was.

I should have looked after him then.
Perhaps, I might have made a man of him." Lubov looked at her father, smiled inimically, and asked hotly: "And isn't he who writes for newspapers a man ?" For a long while, the old man did not answer his daughter.