Ivan Turgenev

“ I'm a sculptor by trade, and I foresee I shall in a little time be begging your permission to model your head.'
'My head's at your service,' said Insarov.
'What shall we do to-day, eh?' began Shubin, sitting down suddenly on a low chair, with his knees apart and his elbows propped on them. 'Andrei Petrovitch, has your honour any kind of plan for to-day? It's glorious weather; there's a scent of hay and dried strawberries as if one were drinking strawberry-tea for a cold. We ought to get up some kind of a spree. ”

“ He returned three hours later; and in response to Bersenyev's invitation to share his repast, he said that he would not refuse to dine with him that day, but that he had already spoken to the woman of the house, and would get her to send him up his meals for the future.
'Upon my word!' said Bersenyev, 'you will fare very badly; that old body can't cook a bit. Why don't you dine with me, we would go halves over the cost.'
'My means don't allow me to dine as you do,' Insarov replied with a tranquil smile. ”

“ Shall we go off on a spree, or not?'
'I don't know how Insarov feels,' observed Bersenyev. 'He is just getting to work, I fancy.'
Shubin turned round on his chair.
'You want to work?' he inquired, in a somewhat condescending voice.
'No,' answered Insarov; 'to-day I could give up to walking.'
'Ah!' commented Shubin. 'Well, that's delightful. Run along, my friend, Andrei Petrovitch, put a hat on your learned head, and let us go where our eyes lead us. Our eyes are young—they may lead us far. I know a very repulsive little restaurant, where they will give us a very beastly little dinner ”