Gogol, Pushkin, Tolstoy, Turgenev
of which his right foot so gracefully poised, and he fixed his eyes again on the steward.
"Well?" repeated Gavrila. "Well? And then you say well? You look like Old Nick himself, God forgive my saying so, that's what you look like."
Kapiton blinked rapidly.
"Go on abusing me, go on, if you like, Gavrila Andreitch," he thought to himself again.
"Here you've been drunk again," Gavrila began, "drunk again, haven't you? Eh? Come, answer me!"
"Owing to the weakness of my health, I have exposed myself to spirituous beverages, certainly," replied Kapiton.
"Owing to the weakness of your health! . . . They let you off too easy, that's what it is; and you've been apprenticed in Petersburg. . . Much you learned in your apprenticeship! You simply eat your bread in idleness."
"In that matter, Gavrila Andreitch, there is One to judge me, the Lord God Himself, and no one else. He also knows what manner of man I be in this world, and whether I eat my bread in idleness. And as concernin