Teréntievna is absolutely determined to kill me. Here is a specimen of our conversation:
Teréntievna. O-okh, dear little father! why do you keep writing? It is n't healthy for you to write.
I. But I 'm bored, Teréntievna.
She. But do drink some tea and lie down.
I. But I don't feel sleepy.
She. Akh, dear little father! Why do you say that? The Lord be with you! Lie down now, lie down: it 's better for you.
I. I shall die anyway, Teréntievna.
She. The Lord forbid and have mercy!... Well, now, do you order me to make tea?
I. I shall not survive this week, Teréntievna.