The doctor congratulated him on his recovery and ordered the bandages round his head to be changed. "What? My head? Why, am I ..." "You mustn't talk, you mustn't excite yourself," the doctor interrupted. "Lie still and thank the Almighty. Where are the compresses, Poplyovkin?" "But where is the money ... the government money ..." "There! He is lightheaded again. Some more ice, Poplyovkin."