"Yes, you talk, but try it yourself!" And the count turned to the cook, who, with a shrewd and respectful expression, looked observantly and sympathetically at the father and son.
"What have the young people come to nowadays, eh, Feoktist?" said he.
" Laughing at us old fellows!" "That's so, your excellency, all they have to do is to eat a good dinner, but providing it and serving it all up, that's not their business!" "That's it, that's it!" exclaimed the count, and gaily seizing his son by both hands, he cried, "Now I've got you, so take the sleigh and pair at once, and go to Bezukhov's, and tell him 'Count Ilya has sent you to ask for strawberries and fresh pineapples.
' We can't get them from anyone else.