“Philip Philippovich!” Philip Philippovich cried irritably. “I’m no comrade of yours! It’s monstrous!” A nightmare, a nightmare, he thought to himself. “But nach’rally, sure . . .” the man said with irony and put one foot forward triumphantly. “We understand you, Sir. What sort of comrades are we to you ! What are we? We didn’t study in no universities, we’ve never lived in fifteen-room apartments with bathrooms. Except it’s time to forget all that now. At the present moment everybody has his right.
