“... Syrtsov sang, Syrtsov sobbed in between, and Syrtsov danced again, giving glasses of champagne and lyres to everyone who was hungry and thirsty. “Wow, brother!” - he shouted, tangling with his unsteady legs in a strange dance. – This is what I call living with folded arms! This is it, brother, this is real life! Oh, burn, burn, burn! The gypsies accepted Nikanor’s last call sluggishly and instead of setting fire they just slammed glass after glass, yawning, winking and bumping elbows. However, Syrtsov himself could not indicate exactly which item was doomed to be burned. ..."