" How much is left in the puhse?" he asked, turning to Rostov.
"Seven new and three old imperials.
" "Oh, it's wetched! Well, what are you standing there for, you sca'cwow? Call the quahtehmasteh," he shouted to Lavrushka.
"Please, Denisov, let me lend you some: I have some, you know," said Rostov, blushing.