"yet i remember all he talked about, and every word we said, though whenever my eyes closed for a moment i could picture nothing but the image of surikoff just in the act of finding a million roubles. he could not make up his mind what to do with the money, and tore his hair over it. he trembled with fear that somebody would rob him, and at last he decided to bury it in the ground. i persuaded him that, instead of putting it all away uselessly underground, he had better melt it down and make a golden coffin out of it for his starved child, and then dig up the little one and put her into the golden coffin. surikoff accepted this suggestion, i thought, with tears of gratitude, and immediately commenced to carry out my design.