" The smile vanished at once from Ryabinin's face.
A hawklike, greedy, cruel expression was left upon it.
With rapid, bony fingers he unbuttoned his coat, revealing a shirt, bronze waistcoat buttons, and a watch chain, and quickly pulled out a fat old pocketbook.
"Here you are, the forest is mine," he said, crossing himself quickly, and holding out his hand.
" Take the money; it's my forest.