I want to tell you that I am no longer twenty.

I am not a child any longer." "Of course not!" assented Mayakin.

"You've lived a good while, that goes without saying! If a mosquito had lived as long it might have grown as big as a hen." "Stop your joking!" Foma warned him, and he did it so calmly that Mayakin started back, and the wrinkles on his face quivered with alarm.
"What did you come here for ?" asked Foma.
"Ah! you've done some nasty work here.

So I want to find out whether there's much damage in it! You see, I am a relative of yours.

And then, I am the only one you have." "You are troubling yourself in vain.