or something, but remember, my dear, or have you forgotten, ivan petrovich beristov is my enemy , alikes of which the world has never seen"? neighbor, after all, i don’t go to neighbors with my lunch, i’m painfully proud, ivan petrovich, for making me a fool holds, no, neither him nor his son, i don’t want to know. bolder kusar, your gaze is brighter with courage. blood jumps like a tragus, plays, turn away , shameless. drowned or something, she wasn’t trained in french, the one who gave birth to more children, bonoparte hit the eye, not the eyebrow, because madame de stael had no children, stand there, barf, there’s nothing to stare at, set the tables , hurry up, master, well done, we waited i whisper to you, ivan petrovich, my darling! nikita, stepan, get dressed. how many are there? and... you, vasily semenovich, have not yet fallen ill with hound hunting? oh, no time that’s it, ivan petrovich, the farm won’t let go , the farm, i’m expecting a shortage of crops again this year, i don’t know what to do, i’m thinking about adopting the english method from your neighbor, grigory iva