"Why are you silent, friend Yevsey?" asked Kapitolina, slapping Yevsey's shoulder with her heavy hand.
"She addresses everybody by the first name," Yakov remarked.
"All the same to me," said Yevsey, without looking at the girl, and moving away from her. "Only tell her that I don't like her, and she should go away."
For a few seconds all kept silence.
"To the devil with you!" said Kapitolina, thickly and calmly. Propping herself on the table with her hands, she slowly lifted her heavy body from the chair. Yevsey was annoyed because she was not offended. He looked at her, and said:
"A species of elephant."
"How impolite!" shouted Lydia compassionately.
"Ugh! Yes, Yevsey. That's impolite, brother. Kapitolina Nikolayevna is an excellent girl. All connoisseurs value her."
"To me it's all the same," said Yevsey. "I want beer."
"Hey, there, beer!" shouted Zarubin. "Kapa dear, be so kind as to see we get beer."