Tevye the Dairyman
It was around Shevuos, or maybe, I don't want you to think I'm lying, even a week or two before Shevuos and…wait a minute, perhaps a few weeks after Shevuos…Hold on a bit, it was, let me think a minute…It was exactly nine or ten years ago and maybe a little bit more. (2.2)
"[…] put a price on it? As much as you want to give, that's what you should pay. How do they say, 'One coin more or less won't make me much poorer than I already am.'"
"No," they said, "we want to hear what you want, Reb Tevye! Don't be afraid. No one will chop your head off, heaven forbid." (2.74-75)
I don't know if you believe my story—you're the first one I've told it to, how and what and when, but now I think I've gone on too long. Don't be offended, but one must tend to one's business. Or as they say, "Each to his own"—you to your books, I to my pots and my jugs. I would like to ask one think of you, Pani. Don't write about me in any of your books, and if you do, don't mention my name. (2.116)