human
It smells like a chemist's, said the thin one.
gpt
And so it is! Ah, I remember. . . . I came here last week to buy some castor-oil. There's a chemist here with a sour face and the jawbone of an ass! Such a jawbone, my dear fellow! It must have been a jawbone like that Samson killed the Philistines with.
human
M'yes, said the big one in a bass voice.
gpt
The pharmacist is asleep. And his wife is asleep too. She is a pretty woman, Obtyosov.
human
I saw her. I liked her very much. . . . Tell me, doctor, can she possibly love that jawbone of an ass? Can she?
gpt
No, most likely she does not love him, sighed the doctor, speaking as though he were sorry for the chemist.
human
The little woman is asleep behind the window, Obtyosov, what? Tossing with the heat, her little mouth half open . . . and one little foot hanging out of bed. I bet that fool the chemist doesn't realise what a lucky fellow he is. . . . No doubt he sees no difference between a woman and a bottle of carbolic!
gpt
I say, doctor, said the officer, stopping.
human
Let us go into the shop and buy something. Perhaps we shall see her.
gpt
What an idea--in the night!
human
What of it? They are obliged to serve one even at night. My dear fellow, let us go in!
gpt
If you like. . . .