RISPOLÓZHENSKY. Just so, Lázar Elizárych, I've been paid. Just so! Ah,
Lázar Elizárych, poverty has crushed me!
PODKHALYÚZIN. Poverty crushed you! Oh, that happens, sir. [He approaches and sits down by the table] Well, sir, I have a little extra money; I've no place to put it. [Lays his pocketbook on the table.
RISPOLÓZHENSKY. What, you, Lázar Elizárych? Extra money? I'm afraid you're joking.
PODKHALYÚZIN. All joking aside, sir.
RISPOLÓZHENSKY. Well, if you have a little extra money, why not help a poor man? God'll reward you for it.
PODKHALYÚZIN. But d'you need much?
RISPOLÓZHENSKY. Give me just three rubles.
PODKHALYÚZIN. Is that all, sir?
RISPOLÓZHENSKY. Well, give me five.
PODKHALYÚZIN. Oh, ask more!