1It seemed as if all those sounds were pursuing us: Zhid!
2But then, they argued, had the Zhid youngsters any right to meddle with their affairs?
3She called me "Zhid" all the time, in a tone of deep hatred and contempt.
4"Zhid," said he, with his last breath, and gave up the ghost.
5Zagrubsky departed, hissing "Zhid" under his breath.
6And it dawned upon me at that moment that I was really insulting myself by objecting to being called Zhid.
7I have not yet forgotten that it was on account of my tobacco that you recognized I was a Zhid, too.
8"And if I should ever call you Zhid, will you be angry with me?"
9He did not fail to take it, but at the same time I heard him sizzle out "Zhid" from between his tightly closed lips.