Anton Chekhov,
On the High Road
(1884)
“ A VOICE FROM THE CORNER. A silly speech from a silly fool.FEDYA. I can hear another of them. [Pause.] NAZAROVNA. [To SAVVA] If you'd only lie where it was warm now, old man, and warm your feet. [Pause.] Old man! Man of God! [Shakes SAVVA] Are you going to die?FEDYA. You ought to drink a little vodka, grandfather. Drink, and it'll burn, burn in your stomach, and warm up your heart. Drink, do!NAZAROVNA. Don't swank, young man! Perhaps the old man is giving back his soul to God, or repenting for his sins, and you talk like that, and play your concertina. ... Put it down! You've no shame! ”
