"Search for the wind of the fields!"

When he was annoyed in cross-examination, Tsiganok assumed a serious
and dignified air:

"All of us from Oryol are thoroughbreds," he would say gravely and
deliberately. "Oryol and Kroma are the homes of first-class thieves.
Karachev and Livna are the breeding-places of thieves. And Yeletz-is
the parent of all thieves. Now-what else is there to say?"

He was nicknamed Tsiganok (gypsy) because of his appearance and his
thievish manner. He was black-haired, lean, with yellow spots on his
prominent, "Tartar-like cheek-bones. His glance was swift, brief, but
fearfully direct and searching, and the thing upon which he looked for
a moment seemed to lose something, seemed to deliver up to him a part
of itself, and to become something else. It was just as unpleasant and
repugnant to take a cigarette at which he looked, as though it had
already been in his mouth. There was a certain constant restlessness
in him, now twisting him like a rag, now throwing him about like a
body of coiling live wires. And he drank water almost by the bucket.

To all questions during the trial he answered shortly, firmly, jumping
up quickly, and at times he seemed to answer even with pleasure.

"Correct!" he would say.

Sometimes he emphasized it.

"Cor-r-rect!"