'Sauvez-moi, sauvez-moi, mon bon monsieur! repeated Lejeune. 'There, see what a wretched people they are! Not one of them knows Russian! Muzeek, muzeek, savey muzeek voo? savey? Well, speak, do! Compreny? savey muzeek voo? on the piano, savey zhooey? Lejeune comprehended at last what the landowner meant, and persistently nodded his head.
Give the stomach some real food, and everything will be right directly. Take your place in the landscape, live in the body, my dear boy. And after all, what is nature? what's the use of it? Only hear the word, love what an intense, glowing sound it has! Nature what a cold, pedantic expression. Voo me compreny. Bersenyev got up and stood with his chin leaning on his clasped hands.