tfoo-o-o

Updated: August 17, 2026

Ivan Demianitch laughed again the same strange guffaw, again dealt himself a sounding smack on the leg, and pulling a check handkerchief out of his pocket, blew his nose noisily, ferociously rolling his eyes, spat into the handkerchief, and ejaculated with the whole force of his lungs: 'Tfoo-o-o! Fustov came into the room, and shaking hands with both of us, asked us if we were acquainted.

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev - The Jew and Other Stories