"i wont have any coffee today, Praskovya Osipova," said Ivan Yakovlevich. instead, i would like to eat a bit of hot bread with onion." (that is to say, Ivan Yakovlevich would have liked both the one and the other, but he knew that it was quite impossible to demand two things at once, for Praskovya Osipova very much liked such whims.) "let the fool eat the bread:all the better for me," the wife thought to herself, "there will be an extra cup of coffee left." and she threw a loaf onto the table.