Anna Petrovna (to Shabelsky): You can't make a simple joke without an injection of venom. You are a poisonous man.

Joking apart, Count, you're very poisonous. It's hideously boring to live with you. You're always grumpy, complaining, you find everyone bad, good for nothing. Tell me frankly, Count, did you ever speak well of anyone?

Autore: Anton Chekhov