PODKHALYÚZIN. Going to tell the boss! What's your boss to me? Why, if it came to that—what's your boss to me!—Why, you're just a kid that has to be taught; what were you thinking of? If we didn't wallop you imps there'd be no good come of you. That's the regular way of doing things. I, myself, my boy, have come through fire, water, and copper pipes.
TISHKA. I know you did.
PODKHALYÚZIN. Shhh—you little devil! [Threatening him.
TISHKA. Ha, just try it! I'll sure tell, honest to goodness I will.
PODKHALYÚZIN. What are you going to tell, you devil's pepper-pot?
TISHKA. What'll I say? Why, that you scold!
PODKHALYÚZIN. Great impression that'll make! You're quite a gentleman! Come here, sir! Has Sysóy Psoich been here?
TISHKA. He sure has.
PODKHALYÚZIN. Talk sense, you little devil! Was he going to come again?
TISHKA. He was that!