An acquaintance?" asked Kerbesh, opening wide his magnificent azure eyes. "And who may he be?" "Bar ... Barbarisov." "Ah, Barbarisov? So, so, so, I recollect, I recollect!" "So then, won't you please accept these ten roubles?" Kerbesh shook his head, but did not take the bit of paper. "Well, but this Barbarisov of yours that is, ours is a swine.