Anton Chekhov

“ I won't have you being naughty and crying at dinner, sir ! Spoiled brat ! You ought to work, do you hear me? Your father works, and you must work, too ! No one may sponge on others. Be a man, a M-A-N!"
"For Heaven's sake, hush!" his wife beseeches him in French. "At least don't bite our heads off in public ! The old lady is listening to every word, and the whole town will know of this, thanks to her."
"I'm not afraid of the public!" retorts Jilin in Russian. "Anfisa Pavlovna can see for herself that I'm speaking the truth. ”

“ I see, you don't like the truth either. Forgive me, but it is my nature never to be hypocritical. I always hit straight from the shoulder. (A sigh.) I see, though, that my company is distasteful to you. No one can speak or eat in my presence. You ought to have told me that sooner so that I could have left you to yourselves. I am going now."
Jilin rises and walks with dignity toward the door. He stops as he passes the weeping Fedia. ”

“ It's high time for you to drop those schoolgirlish airs, madam ! You're not a child nor a young miss any longer. You're a woman, a mother ! You turn away, eh? Aha ! You don't like disagreeable truths, do you?"
"It's odd you only speak disagreeable truths when you have indigestion ! "
"That's right, let's have a scene; go ahead !"
"Did you go to town yesterday or did you play cards somewhere?"
"Well, and what if I did? Whose business is it? Am I accountable to any one ? Don't I lose my own money ? All that I spend and all that is spent in this house is mine, do you hear that? Mine!" ”