\"There，hehasgallopedoffforadoctor！\"saidSemyon，shrinkingfromthecold。\"Butlookingforagooddoctorislikechasingthewindinthefieldsorcatchingthedevilbythetail，plaguetakeyoursoul！Whataqueerchap，Lordforgivemeasinner！\"
TheTatarwentuptoCanny，and，lookingathimwithhatredandrepulsion，shivering，andmixingTatarwordswithhisbrokenRussian，said：\"Heisgood……good；butyouarebad！Youarebad！Thegentlemanisagoodsoul，excellent，andyouareabeast，bad！Thegentlemanisalive，butyouareadeadcarcass……Godcreatedmantobealive，andtohavejoyandgriefandsorrow；butyouwantnothing，soyouarenotalive，youarestone，clay！Astonewantsnothingandyouwantnothing。Youareastone，andGoddoesnotloveyou，butHelovesthegentleman！\"
Everyonelaughed；theTatarfrownedcontemptuously，andwithawaveofhishandwrappedhimselfinhisragsandwenttothecampfire。TheferrymenandSemyonsaunteredtothehut。
\"It’scold，\"saidoneferrymanhuskilyashestretchedhimselfonthestrawwithwhichthedampclayfloorwascovered。
\"Yes，itsnotwarm，\"anotherassented。\"It’sadog’slife……\"