"I have a favour to ask you, Alyosha," he said. "Let me have a saddle-horse for the day. . . ."
Vodka, oats . . ." she muttered, half closing her eyes, "oats, bills, percentages, or, as my head-clerk says, 'percentage.' . . . It's awful.
Such a lot of stupid business, it makes my head go round! A nice idea! I want to go abroad, and they keep forcing me to attend to these silly things. Vodka, oats . .
One could hear the infinitely faraway, inconceivable time when God moved above chaos.
You will invoke the blessing of God on our weapons, and our valour will arouse universal and general enthusiasm.
Twice two's four, and a stone's a stone.
"Put it away in the till, please. . . ."
They met and, gesticulating, vanished in the morning mist.
