"Give me one; you must have an old one?"
"You really ought to buy yourself some trousers."
"I would rather drink the money that they would cost."
"That's the best thing to do!" said Jakoff.
He was still holding in his hand the twenty kopecks.
"The pope says that a man should not only think of his skin, but of his soul. And my soul calls for vodka, and not for a pair of trousers. Give me the money; I shall get a drink ... and I won't say anything to your father."
"Tell him what you like," cried Jakoff.
And he winked with a self-satisfied look at Malva, and nudged her with his elbow.
Sereja, noticing his actions, spat and said in a more positive tone—
"I shan't forget to beat you; no fear of that! at the first opportunity!... And you won't forget it either!"