Nikolai Gogol - The Inspector-General (Act 3 Scene 4) lyrics

Mishka and Osip. OSIP Where is this to go? MISHKA In here, in here. OSIP Wait, let me fetch breath first. Lord! What a wretched life! On an empty stomach any load seems heavy. MISHKA Say, uncle, will the general be here soon? OSIP What general? MISHKA Your master. OSIP My master? What sort of a general is he? MISHKA Isn't he a general? OSIP Yes, he's a general, only the other way round. MISHKA Is that higher or lower than a real general? OSIP Higher. MISHKA Gee whiz! That's why they are raising such a racket about him here. OSIP Look here, young man, I see you're a smart fellow. Get me something to eat, won't you? MISHKA There isn't anything ready yet for the likes of you. You won't eat plain food. When your master takes his meal, they'll let you have the same as he gets. OSIP But have you got any plain stuff? MISHKA We have cabbage soup, porridge and pie. OSIP That's all right. We'll eat cabbage soup, porridge and pie, we'll eat everything. Come, help me with the valise. Is there another way to go out there? MISHKA Yes. They both carry the valise into the next room.