human
What have you brought this for, you brute? he asked Kerbalay, deliberately articulating each word.
gpt
I ordered you to give us _kvarel_, and what have you brought, you ugly Tatar? Eh? What?
human
We have plenty of wine of our own, Yegor Alekseitch,
gpt
What? But I want us to have my wine, too; I'm taking part in the picnic and I imagine I have full right to contribute my share. I im-ma-gine so! Bring ten bottles of _kvarel_.
human
Why so many?
gpt
Twenty bottles! Thirty!
human
Never mind, let him, Atchmianov whispered to Nikodim Alexandritch;
gpt
I'll pay.