“Is he like his father?”
“He’s stouter, plumper; there is more seriousness about him; he is so cold.”
“Which means that he will be even worse than Yashka. Well, now, my dear, be on your guard or they will suck you dry.”
“Well, let them do it!”
“They’ll rob you. You’ll become a pauper. That Taras fleeced his father-in-law in Yekateringburg so cleverly.”
“Let him fleece me too, if he likes. I shall not say a word to him except ‘thanks.’”
“You are still singing that same old tune?”
“Yes.”
“To be set at liberty.”
“Yes.”