BARSSEGH. So that he will not let me pass by in the streets? Do you want him to make me the talk of the town?
KHALI. Then don't speak to him any more.
BARSSEGH. As if I took pleasure in it! It is all the same to him whether one speaks to him or not.
KHALI. What are we to do with him, then?
BARSSEGH [
angrily
]. Why do you fasten yourself on to me like a gadfly? Have I not trouble enough already? [
Beating his hands together
.] How could you let him escape? You are good for nothing!
KHALI. What could I do, then, if you were stingy about the money? If you had promised the 10,000 rubles, you would have seen how easily and quickly everything would have been arranged.