Character: Grigory Lukyanovich Charnota

And I where to go? In Madrid, or what? The Spanish city... never been, but the bet can keep that shithole.

Well, no, pants, sell, sell all, but not the revolver. I have no revolver can't.
- He's the head replaces. Well eat at women's expense.
- Lyuska, you shall not tempt me!
- Here lay a finger on me - poison night!

If you want you can beg all: money, fame, power, but not Home, gentlemen! Especially one like mine. Russia does not fit, does not fit into the hat, gentlemen beggars!

- Give me cash, I will write you a check!
- Yes? Paramosha... Paramosha, are you? Does any Bank will give twenty thousand to the man who's got no pants on?

Well, Paramosha, pray to your Dame.

- Excuse me, you seem to be in the pants?
- And why are you so surprised? I am not a woman, and the way this kind of clothes not rated.
- So you and Paris going?
- Yes, in Paris I went in my pants, and in front you have off.

Well, Paramon! I, a sinful person, would purposely signed up for the Bolsheviks to shoot you! Would have shot and instantly discharged back.