human
What, my father, what is then to be said to him? You can't talk to him as to a man. Here he stands, the lout,
gpt
How are _my_ affairs, your excellency? We are poor. In your whole village there are none so bad off as we are, either for our own work or for yours. It's a shame! And it's all his fault. I bore him, fed him, gave him to drink. Didn't expect to have such a lubber. There is but one end to the story. Grain is all gone, and no more work to be got out of him than from that piece of rotten wood. All he knows is to lie on top of the oven, or else he stands here, and scratches his empty pate,
human
If you could only frighten him, father! I myself beseech you: punish him, for the Lord God's sake! send him off as a soldier,--it's all one. But he's no good to me,--that's the way it is.
gpt
Now, aren't you ashamed, Davidka, to bring your mother to this?
human
One might think that he was a sick peasant, continued Arína, with the same eagerness and the same gestures;
gpt
Now, here to-day my old man himself went to the forest after wood, and told him to dig a hole; but he did not even put his hand to the shovel.
human
He has killed me, she suddenly hissed, gesticulating with her arms, and advancing toward her son with threatening gesture.
gpt
Curse your smooth, bad face!