human
You have an idea, because you are a count, you can run into people as if you were at a fair, said he, with difficulty drawing his breath;
gpt
What? cried Turbin, frowning suddenly,
human
he cried, seizing him by the arm, and squeezing it so that the blood rushed to the young man's head, not so much from vexation as from fright.
gpt
What is it? Do you want to fight? If so, I am at your service.