GOVERNOR. Well, what do you think of it?

POSTMASTER. What do I think of it? Why, there'll
be a war with the Turks.

AMMOS. Exactly. Just what I thought.

GOVERNOR [sarcastically]. Yes, you've both hit in
the air precisely.

POSTMASTER. It's war with the Turks for sure, all
fomented by the French.

GOVERNOR. Nonsense! War with the Turks indeed.
It's we who are going to get it, not the Turks. You may
count on that. Here's a letter to prove it.

POSTMASTER. In that case, then, we won't go to war
with the Turks.

GOVERNOR. Well, how do you feel about it, Ivan Kuzmich?

POSTMASTER. How do I feel? How do YOU feel about
it, Anton Antonovich?

GOVERNOR. I? Well, I'm not afraid, but I just feel
a little--you know-- The merchants and townspeople
bother me. I seem to be unpopular with them. But the
Lord knows if I've taken from some I've done it without