“Sharikov, will you please tell me,” Bormenthal put in, “how long you will go on chasing cats? Shame on you ! It’s disgraceful ! You’re a savage !” “What sort of savage am I,” Sharikov answered glumly. “I ain’t no savage. It’s impossible to stand him in the house. All he does is look around for something to filch. He gobbled up Darya’s stuffing. I wanted to teach him a lesson.”
