"I? What?" answered Lunev hesitatingly.
"Oh! I get along, but you, tell me, that's much more interesting."
Lunev felt absolutely disinclined to give information about himself; he hardly wanted to speak at all. He looked at Jakov and seeing him suffering, pitied him, but it was a cold pity, almost an empty, unmeaning feeling.
"I, brother? I endure my life as well as I can," answered Jakov, half aloud.
"Your father sucks your blood."
"Oh, he's in a tight place himself."
"Serves him right!"
"Step-mother's the chief person in the house now; if she says a thing, that's the law."
"Child, what use is money to you?
Give me a kiss, I'll give you two,"
sang Perfishka in a piping voice in the next room, and played on his harmonica.