admit i thought that you were drinking some kind of gin, or scotch whiskey, or jamaican rum, but now caiusou, little guy, we accept your invitation with pleasure, dear grigory ivanovich, alyosha, order a droshky to be laid for our guest, it will be difficult for him to ride, well..." for the ride, as i managed to do, i so i think that it was the will of god, i’ll bring it, something bad happened , oh, wow! oh, you, the wheel is not ours, why? my god, dad, what happened to your leg, and whose wheels are these? you can't guess, my dear, ivan petrovits beresty, but which one? what does this mean, dad? or even this means, lizok, that all our previous enmity ceased overnight, thanks to the timidity of my short little dog. “your old father fell to the ground in disgrace, and berestov helped him , invited him to his place, fed him, gave him something to drink, his doctor adjusted my leg, and in general ivan petrovich turned out to be not a bear at all, as i imagined him, but a sweetest person, everyone is evil tongues, tomorrow they will be with us for lunch , what are you saying, birch bark fath