pyotr fomich in a good way and no longer show me in front of my eyes.o, here are your eggs at lena's alena severyanovna returned to you alone? only the mother survived. baba is depravedly disgusted with herself. now i can't be washed away. how to eat cheated? you are purer than all. by god. 43 kopecks and what is 43 kopecks in modern times? a bottle of the cheapest wine of such and such a filthy class costs a ruble, 20. we really have a reserve. dead capital is not branded, a creature she plants new bottles we will slap. hosts will have to be seen. call my son. you and i have the head of the forest point. i'll tell you son. you will not know. no, it's better to see. you are the prodigal son for his return to his native hearth. i don't know how to talk to you. i went to moscow, no one orders you, where did they tell you about the fire, i don’t refuse that you took no, refuse, the market goes on for an hour, there is no consciousness, discipline. eat. you're talking about collective farm anarchy. throw a conscious manager was right there with hunger swoll