“They used to heal the wounds, in order that the remaining five thousand strokes could be given!⁠ ⁠… Go to the devil! Go to hell!” he suddenly exclaimed, taking his legs off the bed. “Be off!⁠ ⁠… I’ll die without you!”

“That’s not right, young man.⁠ ⁠… We know an answer for rudeness.⁠ ⁠…”

“To the devil, to the devil!” and Mezhenétsky was so terrible that the doctor hurried away.