Character: Ippolit Matveyevich Vorobyaninov

- If I didn't hurt You during your last meeting?
- No, why. It was very pleasant to meet.

And tomorrow at the safe house waiting for us to ambush. We'll have to shoot. We are happy to this alarming situation to meet you.
Yeah!
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- They hope to take us alive, children! They don't know what the three of us. I'll give you a pistol. We will depart to the mountains. Can we cover?
- Can't...
Why?
- You see, I'm absolutely not familiar with military Affairs, but feasible financial assistance I may provide.
- You are a true friend of the Fatherland!
- I think two hundred rubles...
- Five hundred rubles can rescue the giant of thought.
- Tell, and two hundred rubles can not rescue the giant of thought?
- I believe that bargaining is inappropriate here.

- My friend, you are sick...
- Yeah, sick!
- ... organizational impotence and pale as a sheet.

- Don't worry, it's not in the hallway, and behind the wall. Plywood, as we know from physics, the best sound conductor... somewhere there must be a fireproof safe.
- And-and-and-Oh!
- What is it?
- I think a fireproof safe...
- Hurt?
- Very!
- Nothing, it's physical pain. But there was a moral agony - terrible to remember. Somewhere here stood the skeleton the property of the student Ivanopulo. He bought it on the Sukharevka and keep feared. The visitor first hit the box office, and then on him fell a skeleton. Pregnant women were very unhappy...

- But I want more!
Soon only cats are born!

Only you, dear friend from Paris, spit on all this.
- How to spit?!
- How can you spit something? Saliva, like spit to the era of historical materialism.

- Face to his stuff...
- Muzzle him, we feel always have time.

Only you, dear friend from Paris, spit on it all.
- How to spit?!
- Saliva, - said Ostap, - how to spit before the era of historical materialism.