I shouted, turning crimson with anger. “I'll tell you why you came here myself: you see, I don't give you your wages, you are so proud you don't want to bow down and ask for it, and so you come to punish me with your stupid stares, to worry me and you have no sus-pic-ion how stupid it is--stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!

...”

He would have turned round again without a word, but I seized him.

“Listen,” I shouted to him. “Here's the money, do you see, here it is,” (I took it out of the table drawer); “here's the seven roubles complete, but you are not going to have it, you ... are ... not ... going ... to ... have it until you come respectfully with bowed head to beg my pardon. Do you hear?”