And Volodin began to describe minutely how they cook erli in his village. Peredonov listened to him in an annoyed way.
"Koutia," thought Peredonov, "why does he mention that? Does he want me to be dead?"
Volodin suggested:
"If you'd like to have it done properly, give me the stuff, and I'll cook it myself for you."
"Turn a goat into a vegetable garden," said Peredonov, gravely.
"He might drop some poison-powder into it," thought Peredonov.
Volodin was offended again.
"Now if you think, Ardalyon Borisitch, that I shall steal some of your sugar, you're mistaken. I don't want your sugar!"
"Don't go on making a fool of yourself," interrupted Varvara. "You know how particular he is. You'd better come here and do it."
"Yes, and you'll have to eat it yourself," said Peredonov.