human
Now, says he to Zhilin,
gpt
Let my comrade do as he pleases. Maybe he is rich. But I am not rich; I will do as I have already told you. Kill me if you wish, but it would not do you any good, and I will not pay you more than five hundred rubles.
human
Write.
gpt
Wait a moment, said Zhilin to the interpreter.
human
Tell him that he must feed us well, clothe us, and give us good decent foot-wear, and let us stay together. We want to have a good time. And lastly, that he take off these clogs.
gpt
I will give you the very best clothes: a cherkeska[101] and boots, fit for a wedding. And I will feed you like princes. And if you want to live together, why, you can live in the barn. But it won't do to take away the clogs: you would run away. Only at night will I have them taken off. Then he jumped up, tapped him on the shoulder:
human
You good, me good.
gpt
I shall run away.