BUBNOFF. On a spree again?
ALYOSHKA. Right you are! A moment ago Medyakin, the precinct captain,
threw me out of the police station and said: "Look here--I don't want
as much as a smell of you to stay in the streets--d'you hear?" I'm a
man of principles, and the boss croaks at me--and what's a boss
anyway--pah!--it's all bosh--the boss is a drunkard. I don't make any
demands on life. I want nothing--that's all. Offer me one ruble, offer
me twenty--it doesn't affect me. [_Nastya comes from the kitchen_]
Offer me a million--I won't take it! And to think that I, a
respectable man, should be ordered about by a pal of mine--and he a
drunkard! I won't have it--I won't!
[_Nastya stands in the doorway, shaking her head at Alyoshka._]