Fomalistenedtothesonganddirectedhisfootstepstowardit，onthewharf。Therehenoticedthatthecarriers，formedintworows，wererollingoutofthesteamer'sholdhugebarrelsofsaltedfish。Dirty，cladinredblouses，unfastenedatthecollar，withmittensontheirhands，witharmsbaretotheelbow，theystoodoverthehold，and，merrilyjesting，withfacesanimatedbytoil，theypulledtheropes，alltogether，keepingtimetotheirsong。Andfromtheholdrangoutthehigh，laughingvoiceoftheinvisibleleader：
　　"ButforourpeasantthroatsThereisnotenoughvodka。"
　　Andthecompany，likeonehugepairoflungs，heavedforthloudlyandinunison：
　　"Oh，dubinushka，heave-ho！"
　　Fomafeltpleasedandenviousashelookedatthiswork，whichwasasharmoniousasmusic。Theslovenlyfacesofthecarriersbeamedwithsmiles，theworkwaseasy，itwentonsmoothly，andtheleaderofthechoruswasinhisbestvein。Fomathoughtthatitwouldbefinetoworkthusinunison，withgoodcomrades，tothetuneofacheerfulsong，togettiredfromworktodrinkaglassofvodkaandeatfatcabbagesoup，preparedbythestout，sprightlymatronofthecompany。
　　"Quicker，boys，quicker！"rangoutbesidehimsomeone'sunpleasant，hoarsevoice。
　　Fomaturnedaround。Astoutman，withanenormouspaunch，tappedontheboardsofthelandingbridgewithhiscane，ashelookedatthecarrierswithhissmalleyesandsaid：
　　"Bawllessandworkfaster。"
　　Hisfaceandneckwerecoveredwithperspiration；hewipeditoffeverynowandthenwithhislefthandandbreathedheavily，asthoughheweregoinguphill。
　　Fomacastatthemanahostilelookandthought：
　　"Othersareworkingandheissweating。AndIamstillworsethanhe。I'mlikeacrowonthefence，goodfornothing。"
　　Fromeachandeveryimpressionthereimmediatelystoodoutinhismindthepainfulthoughtofhisunfitnessforlife。Everythingthatattractedhisattentioncontainedsomethingoffensivetohim，andthissomethingfelllikeabrickuponhisbreast。Atonesideofhim，bythefreightscales，stoodtwosailors，andoneofthem，asquare-built，red-facedfellow，wastellingtheother：
　　"Astheyrushedonmeitbeganforfair，mydearchap！Therewerefourofthem——Iwasalone！ButIdidn'tgiveintothem，becauseIsawthattheywouldbeatmetodeath！Evenaramwillkickoutifyoufleeceitalive。HowItoremyselfawayfromthem！Theyallrolledawayindifferentdirections。"
　　"Butyoucameinforasounddrubbingallthesame？"inquiredtheothersailor。
　　"Ofcourse！Icaughtit。Iswallowedaboutfiveblows。Butwhat'sthedifference？Theydidn'tkillme。Well，thankGodforit！"
　　"Certainly。"
　　"Tothestern，devils，tothestern，I'mtellingyou！"roaredtheperspiringmaninaferociousvoiceattwocarrierswhowererollingabarreloffishalongthedeck。
　　"Whatareyouyellingfor？"Fomaturnedtohimsternly，ashehadstartedattheshout。
　　"Isthatanyofyourbusiness？"askedtheperspiringman，castingaglanceatFoma。
　　"Itismybusiness！Thepeopleareworkingandyourfatismeltingaway。Soyouthinkyoumustyellatthem？"saidFoma，threateningly，movingclosertowardhim。
　　"You——youhadbetterkeepyourtemper。"
　　Theperspiringmansuddenlyrushedawayfromhisplaceandwentintohisoffice。Fomalookedafterhimandalsowentawayfromthewharf；filledwithadesiretoabusesomeone，todosomething，justtodiverthisthoughtsfromhimselfatleastforashortwhile。Buthisthoughtstookafirmerholdonhim。
　　"Thatsailorthere，hetorehimselfaway，andhe'ssafeandsound！Yes，whileI——"
　　IntheeveningheagainwentuptotheMayakins。Theoldmanwasnotathome，andinthedining-roomsatLubovwithherbrother，drinkingtea。OnreachingthedoorFomaheardthehoarsevoiceofTaras：
　　"Whatmakesfatherbotherhimselfabouthim？"
　　AtthesightofFomahestoppedshort，staringathisfacewithaserious，searchinglook。AnexpressionofagitationwasclearlydepictedonLubov'sface，andshesaidwithdissatisfactionandatthesametimeapologetically：
　　"Ah！Soit'syou？"
　　"They'vebeenspeakingofme，"thoughtFoma，asheseatedhimselfatthetable。Tarasturnedhiseyesawayfromhimandsankdeeperinthearmchair。Therewasanawkwardsilencelastingforaboutaminute，andthispleasedFoma。
　　"Areyougoingtothebanquet？"
　　"Whatbanquet？"
　　"Don'tyouknow？Kononovisgoingtoconsecratehisnewsteamer。
　　AmasswillbeheldthereandthentheyaregoingtotakeatripuptheVolga。"
　　"Iwasnotinvited，"saidFoma。
　　"Nobodywasinvited。HesimplyannouncedontheExchange：
　　'Anybodywhowishestohonourmeiswelcome！
　　"Idon'tcareforit。"
　　"Yes？Buttherewillbeagranddrinkingbout，"saidLubov，lookingathimaskance。
　　"IcandrinkatmyownexpenseifIchoosetodoso。"
　　"Iknow，"saidLubov，noddingherheadexpressively。
　　Tarastoyedwithhisteaspoon，turningitbetweenhisfingersandlookingatthemaskance。
　　"Andwhere'smygodfather？"askedFoma。
　　"Hewenttothebank。There'sameetingoftheboardofdirectorstoday。Electionofofficersistotakeplace。
　　"They'llelecthimagain。"
　　"Ofcourse。"
　　Andagaintheconversationbrokeoff。Fomabegantowatchthebrotherandthesister。Havingdroppedthespoon，Tarasslowlydrankhisteainbigsips，andsilentlymovingtheglassovertohissister，smiledtoher。She，too，smiledjoyouslyandhappily，seizedtheglassandbegantorinseitassiduously。Thenherfaceassumedastrainedexpression；sheseemedtoprepareherselfforsomethingandaskedherbrotherinalowvoice，almostreverently：
　　"Shallwereturntothebeginningofourconversation？"
　　"Ifyouplease，"assentedTaras，shortly。
　　"Yousaidsomething，butIdidn'tunderstand。Whatwasit？I
　　asked：'Ifallthisis，asyousay，Utopia，ifitisimpossible，dreams，thenwhatishetodowhoisnotsatisfiedwithlifeasitis？'"
　　Thegirlleanedherwholebodytowardherbrother，andhereyes，withstrainedexpectation，stoppedonthecalmfaceofherbrother。Heglancedatherinawearyway，movedaboutinhisseat，and，loweringhishead，saidcalmlyandimpressively：
　　"Wemustconsiderfromwhatsourcespringsthatdissatisfactionwithlife。Itseemstomethat，firstofall，itcomesfromtheinabilitytowork；fromthelackofrespectforwork。And，secondly，fromawrongconceptionofone'sownpowers。Themisfortuneofmostofthepeopleisthattheyconsiderthemselvescapableofdoingmorethantheyreallycan。Andyetonlylittleisrequiredofman：hemustselectforhimselfanoccupationtosuithispowersandmustmasteritaswellaspossible，asattentivelyaspossible。Youmustlovewhatyouaredoing，andthenlabour，beiteversorough，risestotheheightofcreativeness。Achair，madewithlove，willalwaysbeagood，beautifulandsolidchair。Andsoitiswitheverything。ReadSmiles。Haven'tyoureadhim？Itisaverysensiblebook。Itisasoundbook。ReadLubbock。Ingeneral，rememberthattheEnglishpeopleconstitutethenationmostqualifiedforlabour，whichfactexplainstheirastonishingsuccessinthedomainofindustryandcommerce。Withthemlabourisalmostacult。Theheightofculturestandsalwaysdirectlydependentupontheloveoflabour。
　　Andthehighertheculturethemoresatisfiedaretherequirementsofman，thefewertheobstaclesontheroadtowardthefurtherdevelopmentofman'srequirements。Happinessispossible——itisthecompletesatisfactionofrequirements。Thereitis。And，asyousee，man'shappinessisdependentuponhisrelationtowardhiswork。"
　　TarasMayakinspokeslowlyandlaboriously，asthoughitwereunpleasantandtediousforhimtospeak。AndLubov，withknittedbrow，leaningtowardhim，listenedtohiswordswitheagerattentioninhereyes，readytoaccepteverythingandimbibeitintohersoul。
　　"Well，andsupposeeverythingisrepulsivetoaman？"askedFoma，suddenly，inadeepvoice，castingaglanceatTaras'sface。
　　"Butwhat，inparticular，isrepulsivetotheman？"askedMayakin，calmly，withoutlookingatFoma。
　　Fomabenthishead，leanedhisarmsagainstthetableandthus，likeabull，wentontoexplainhimself：
　　"Nothingpleaseshim——business，work，allpeopleanddeeds。
　　SupposeIseethatallisdeceit，thatbusinessisnotbusiness，butmerelyaplugthatwepropupwithittheemptinessofoursouls；thatsomework，whileothersonlygiveordersandsweat，butgetmoreforthat。Whyisitso？Eh？"
　　"Icannotgraspyouridea，"announcedTaras，whenFomapaused，feelingonhimselfLubov'scontemptuousandangrylook。
　　"Youdonotunderstand？"askedFoma，lookingatTaraswithasmile。"Well，I'llputitinthisway：
　　Amanissailinginaboatontheriver。Theboatmaybegood，butunderitthereisalwaysadepthallthesame。Theboatissound，butifthemanfeelsbeneathhimthisdarkdepth，noboatcansavehim。"
　　TaraslookedatFomaindifferentlyandcalmly。Helookedinsilence，andsoftlytappedhisfingersontheedgeofthetable。
　　Lubovwasuneasilymovingaboutinherchair。Thependulumoftheclocktoldthesecondswithadull，sighingsound。AndFoma'sheartthrobbedslowlyandpainfully，asthoughconsciousthatherenoonewouldrespondwithawarmwordtoitspainfulperplexity。
　　"Workisnotexactlyeverythingforaman，"saidhe，moretohimselfthantothesepeoplewhohadnofaithinthesincerityofhiswords。"Itisnottruethatinworkliesjustification。Therearepeoplewhodonotworkatallduringalltheirliveslong，andyettheylivebetterthanthosethatdowork。Howisthat？
　　Andthetoilers——theyaremerelyunfortunate——horses！Othersrideonthem，theysufferandthat'sall。ButtheyhavetheirjustificationbeforeGod。Theywillbeasked：'Towhatpurposedidyoulive？'Thentheywillsay：'Wehadnotimetothinkofthat。Weworkedallourlives。'AndI——whatjustificationhaveI？
　　Andallthosepeoplewhogiveorders——howwilltheyjustifythemselves？Towhatpurposehavetheylived？Itismyideathateverybodynecessarilyoughttoknow，toknowfirmlywhatheislivingfor。"
　　Hebecamesilent，and，tossinghisheadup，exclaimedinaheavyvoice：
　　"Canitbethatmanisbornmerelytowork，acquiremoney，buildahouse，begetchildrenand——die？No，lifemeanssomething。Amanisborn，helivesanddies。Whatfor？Itisnecessary，byGod，itisnecessaryforallofustoconsiderwhatwearelivingfor。
　　Thereisnosenseinourlife。Nosensewhatever！Thenthingsarenotequal，thatcanbeseenatonce。Somearerich——theyhavemoneyenoughforathousandpeople，andtheyliveinidleness。
　　Othersbendtheirbacksovertheirworkalltheirlives，andyettheyhavenotevenagrosh。Andthedifferenceinpeopleisveryinsignificant。Therearesomethathavenotevenanytrousersandyettheyreasonasthoughtheywereattiredinsilks。"
　　Carriedawaybyhisthoughts，Fomawouldhavecontinuedtogivethemutterance，butTarasmovedhisarmchairawayfromthetable，roseandsaidsoftly，withasigh：
　　"No，thankyou！Idon'twantanymore。"
　　Fomabrokeoffhisspeechabruptly，shruggedhisshouldersandlookedatLubovwithasmile。
　　"Wherehaveyoupickedupsuchphilosophy？"sheasked，suspiciouslyanddrily。
　　"Thatisnotphilosophy。Thatissimplytorture！"saidFomainanundertone。"Openyoureyesandlookateverything。Thenyouwillthinksoyourself。"
　　"Bytheway，Luba，turnyourattentiontothefact，"beganTaras，standingwithhisbacktowardthetableandscrutinizingtheclock，"thatpessimismisperfectlyforeigntotheAnglo-Saxonrace。ThatwhichtheycallpessimisminSwiftandinByronisonlyaburning，sharpprotestagainsttheimperfectionoflifeandman。Butyoucannotfindamongthemthecold，wellweighedandpassivepessimism。"
　　Then，asthoughsuddenlyrecallingFoma，heturnedtohim，claspinghishandsbehindhisback，and，wrigglinghisthigh，said：
　　"Youraiseveryimportantquestions，andifyouareseriouslyinterestedinthemyoumustreadbooks。Inthemwillyoufindmanyveryvaluableopinionsastothemeaningoflife。Howaboutyou——doyoureadbooks？"
　　"No！"repliedFoma，briefly。
　　"Ah！"
　　"Idon'tlikethem。"
　　"Aha！Buttheymightneverthelessbeofsomehelptoyou，"saidTaras，andasmilepassedacrosshislips。
　　"Books？Sincemencannothelpmeinmythoughtsbookscancertainlydonothingforme，"ejaculatedFoma，morosely。
　　Hebegantofeelawkwardandwearywiththisindifferentman。Hefeltlikegoingaway，butatthesametimehewishedtotellLubovsomethinginsultingaboutherbrother，andhewaitedtillTaraswouldleavetheroom。Lubovwashedthedishes；herfacewasconcentratedandthoughtful；herhandsmovedlazily。Taraswaspacingtheroom，nowandthenhestoppedshortbeforethesideboardonwhichwasthesilverware，whistled，tappedhisfingersagainstthewindow-panesandexaminedthearticleswithhiseyeshalfshut。Thependulumoftheclockflashedbeneaththeglassdoorofthecaselikesomebroad，grinningface，andmonotonouslytoldtheseconds。WhenFomanoticedthatLubovglancedathimafewtimesquestioningly，withexpectantandhostilelooks，heunderstoodthathewasinherwayandthatshewasimpatientlyexpectinghimtoleave。
　　"Iamgoingtostayhereovernight，"saidhe，withasmile。"I
　　mustspeakwithmygodfather。Andthenitisratherlonesomeinmyhousealone。"
　　"ThengoandtellMarfushatomakethebedforyouinthecornerroom，"Lubovhastenedtoadvisehim。
　　"Ishall。"
　　Hearoseandwentoutofthedining-room。AndhesoonheardthatTarasaskedhissisteraboutsomethinginalowvoice。
　　"Aboutme！"hethought。Suddenlythiswickedthoughtflashedthroughhismind："Itwerebutrighttolistenandhearwhatwisepeoplehavetosay。"
　　Helaughedsoftly，and，steppingontiptoe，wentnoiselesslyintotheotherroom，alsoadjoiningthedining-room。Therewasnolightthere，andonlyathinbandoflightfromthedining-room，passingthroughtheuncloseddoor，layonthedarkfloor。Softly，withsinkingheartandmalicioussmile，Fomawalkedupclosetothedoorandstopped。
　　"He'saclumsyfellow，"saidTaras。
　　ThencameLubov'sloweredandhastyspeech：
　　"Hewascarousinghereallthetime。Hecarriedondreadfully！Itallstartedsomehowofasudden。Thefirstthinghedidwastothrashtheson-in-lawoftheVice-GovernorattheClub。Papahadtotakethegreatestpainstohushupthescandal，anditwasagoodthingthattheVice-Governor'sson-in-lawisamanofverybadreputation。Heisacard-sharperandingeneralashadypersonality，yetitcostfathermorethantwothousandroubles。
　　AndwhilepapawasbusyinghimselfaboutthatscandalFomacameneardrowningawholecompanyontheVolga。"
　　"Ha-ha！Howmonstrous！Andthatsamemanbusieshimselfwithinvestigatingastothemeaningoflife。"
　　"Onanotheroccasionhewascarousingonasteamerwithacompanyofpeoplelikehimself。Suddenlyhesaidtothem：'PraytoGod！
　　I'llflingeveryoneofyouoverboard！'Heisfrightfullystrong。
　　Theyscreamed，whilehesaid：'Iwanttoservemycountry。Iwanttocleartheearthofbasepeople。'"
　　"Really？That'sclever！"
　　"He'saterribleman！Howmanywildprankshehasperpetratedduringtheseyears！Howmuchmoneyhehassquandered！"
　　"And，tellme，onwhatconditionsdoesfathermanagehisaffairsforhim？Doyouknow？"
　　"No，Idon't。Hehasafullpowerofattorney。Whydoyouask？"
　　"Simplyso。It'sasolidbusiness。OfcourseitisconductedinpurelyRussianfashion；inotherwords，itisconductedabominably。Butitisasplendidbusiness，nevertheless。Ifitweremanagedproperlyitwouldbeamostprofitablegoldmine。"
　　"Fomadoesabsolutelynothing。Everythingisinfather'shands。"
　　"Yes？That'sfine。"
　　"Doyouknow，sometimesitoccurstomethathisthoughtfulframeofmind——thatthesewordsofhisaresincere，andthathecanbeverydecent。ButIcannotreconcilehisscandalouslifewithhiswordsandarguments。Icannotdoitunderanycircumstances！"
　　"Itisn'tevenworthwhiletobotheraboutit。Thestriplingandlazybonesseekstojustifyhislaziness。"
　　"No。Yousee，attimesheislikeachild。Hewasparticularlysobefore。"
　　"Well，that'swhatIhavesaid：he'sastripling。Isitworthwhiletalkingaboutanignoramusandasavage，whowishestoremainanignoramusandasavage，anddoesnotconcealthefact？
　　Yousee：hereasonsasthebearinthefablebenttheshafts。"
　　"Youareveryharsh。"
　　"Yes，Iamharsh！Peoplerequirethat。WeRussiansarealldesperatelyloose。Happily，lifeissoarrangedthat，whetherwewillitornot，wegraduallybraceup。Dreamsarefortheladsandmaidens，butforseriouspeoplethereisseriousbusiness。"
　　"SometimesIfeelverysorryforFoma。Whatwillbecomeofhim？"
　　"Thatdoesnotconcernme。Ibelievethatnothinginparticularwillbecomeofhim——neithergoodnorbad。Theinsipidfellowwillsquanderhismoneyaway，andwillberuined。Whatelse？Eh，thedeucetakehim！Suchpeopleasheisarerarenowadays。Nowthemerchantknowsthepowerofeducation。Andhe，thatfoster-
　　brotherofyours，hewillgotoruin。"
　　"That'strue，sir！"saidFoma，openingthedoorandappearingonthethreshold。
　　Pale，withknittedbrowandquiveringlips，hestaredstraightintoTaras'sfaceandsaidinadullvoice："True！Iwillgotoruinand——amen！Thesoonerthebetter！"
　　Lubovsprangupfromthechairwithfrightenedface，andranuptoTaras，whostoodcalmlyinthemiddleoftheroom，withhishandsthrustinhispockets。
　　"Foma！Oh！Shame！Youhavebeeneavesdropping。Oh，Foma！"saidsheinconfusion。
　　"Keepquiet，youlamb！"saidFomatoher。
　　"Yes，eavesdroppingiswrong！"ejaculatedTaras，slowly，withoutliftingfromFomahislookofcontempt。
　　"Letitbewrong！"saidFoma，withawaveofthehand。"Isitmyfaultthatthetruthcanbelearnedbyeavesdroppingonly？"
　　"Goaway，Foma，please！"entreatedLubov，pressingclosetoherbrother。
　　"Perhapsyouhavesomethingtosaytome？"askedTaras，calmly。
　　"I？"exclaimedFoma。"WhatcanIsay？Icannotsayanything。Itisyouwho——you，Ibelieve，knoweverything。"
　　"Youhavenothingthentodiscusswithme？"askedTarasagain。
　　"Iamverypleased。"
　　HeturnedsidewaystoFomaandinquiredofLubov：
　　"Whatdoyouthink——willfatherreturnsoon？"
　　Fomalookedathim，and，feelingsomethingakintorespectfortheman，deliberatelyleftthehouse。Hedidnotfeellikegoingtohisownhugeemptyhouse，whereeachstepofhisawakenedaringingecho，hestrolledalongthestreet，whichwasenvelopedinthemelancholygraytwilightoflateautumn。HethoughtofTarasMayakin。
　　"Howsevereheis。Hetakesafterhisfather。Onlyhe'snotsorestless。He'salsoacunningrogue，Ithink，whileLubkaregardedhimalmostasasaint。Thatfoolishgirl！Whatasermonhereadtome！Aregularjudge。Andshe——shewaskindtowardme。"
　　Butallthesethoughtsstirredinhimnofeelings——neitherhatredtowardTarasnorsympathyforLubov。Hecarriedwithhimsomethingpainfulanduncomfortable，somethingincomprehensibletohim，thatkeptgrowingwithinhisbreast，anditseemedtohimthathisheartwasswollenandwasgnawingasthoughfromanabscess。Hehearkenedtothatunceasingandindomitablepain，noticedthatitwasgrowingmoreandmoreacutefromhourtohour，and，notknowinghowtoallayit，waitedfortheresults。
　　Thenhisgodfather'strotterpassedhim。FomasawinthecarriagethesmallfigureofYakovMayakin，buteventhatarousednofeelinginhim。AlamplighterranpastFoma，overtookhim，placedhisladderagainstthelamppostandwentup。Theladdersuddenlyslippedunderhisweight，andhe，claspingthelamppost，cursedloudlyandangrily。AgirljostledFomainthesidewithherbundleandsaid：
　　"Excuseme。"
　　Heglancedatherandsaidnothing。Thenadrizzlingrainbegantofallfromthesky——tiny，scarcelyvisibledropsofmoistureovercastthelightsofthelanternsandtheshopwindowswithgrayishdust。Thisdustmadehimbreathewithdifficulty。
　　"ShallIgotoYozhovandpassthenightthere？Imightdrinkwithhim，"thoughtFomaandwentawaytoYozhov，nothavingtheslightestdesireeithertoseethefeuilleton-writerortodrinkwithhim。
　　AtYozhov'shefoundashaggyfellowsittingonthelounge。Hehadonablouseandgraypantaloons。Hisfacewasswarthy，asthoughsmoked，hiseyeswerelarge，immobileandangry，histhickupperlipwascoveredwithabristle-like，soldiermoustache。Hewassittingonthelounge，withhisfeetclaspedinhishugearmsandhischinrestingonhisknees。Yozhovsatsidewaysinachair，withhislegsthrownacrossthearmofthechair。Amongbooksandnewspapersonthetablestoodabottleofvodkaandtherewasanodourofsomethingsaltyintheroom。
　　"Whyareyoutrampingabout？"YozhovaskedFoma，and，noddingathim，saidtothemanonthelounge："Gordyeeff！"
　　Themanglancedatthenewcomerandsaidinaharsh，shrillvoice："Krasnoshchokov。"
　　FomaseatedhimselfonacorneroftheloungeandsaidtoYozhov：
　　"Ihavecometostayhereovernight。"
　　"Well？Goon，Vasily。"
　　ThelatterglancedatFomaaskanceandwentoninacreakingvoice：
　　"Inmyopinion，youareattackingthestupidpeopleinvain。
　　Masaniellowasafool，butwhathadtobeperformedwasdoneinthebestwaypossible。AndthatWinkelriedwascertainlyafoolalso，andyethadhenotthrusttheimperialspearsintohimselftheSwisswouldhavebeenthrashed。Havetherenotbeenmanyfoolslikethat？Yettheyaretheheroes。Andthecleverpeoplearethecowards。Wheretheyoughttodealtheobstacleablowwithalltheirmighttheystoptoreflect：'Whatwillcomeofit？
　　Perhapswemayperishinvain？'Andtheystandtherelikeposts——
　　untiltheybreathetheirlast。Andthefoolisbrave！Herushesheadforemostagainstthewall——bang！Ifhisskullbreaks——whatofit？Calves'headsarenotdear。Andifhemakesacrackinthewallthecleverpeoplewillpickitopenintogates，willpassandcreditthemselveswiththehonour。No，NikolayMatveyich，braveryisagoodthingeventhoughitbewithoutreason。"
　　"Vasily，youaretalkingnonsense！"saidYozhov，stretchinghishandtowardhim。
　　"Ah，ofcourse！"assentedVasily。"HowamItosipcabbagesoupwithabastshoe？AndyetIamnotblind。Icansee。Thereisplentyofbrains，butnogoodcomesofit。Duringthetimethecleverpeoplethinkandreflectastohowtoactinthewisestway，thefoolswilldownthem。That'sall。"
　　"Waitalittle！"saidYozhov。
　　"Ican't！Iamondutytoday。Iamratherlateasitis。I'lldropintomorrow——mayI？"
　　"Come！I'llgivearoasting！"
　　"That'sexactlyyourbusiness。"
　　Vasilyadjustedhimselfslowly，rosefromthelounge，tookYozhov'syellow，thinlittlehandinhisbig，swarthypawandpressedit。
　　"Goodbye！"
　　ThenhenoddedtowardFomaandwentthroughthedoorsideways。
　　"Haveyouseen？"YozhovaskedFoma，pointinghishandatthedoor，behindwhichtheheavyfootstepsstillresounded。
　　"Whatsortofamanishe？"
　　"Assistantmachinist，VaskaKrasnoshchokov。Here，takeanexamplefromhim：Attheageoffifteenhebegantostudy，toreadandwrite，andattwenty-eighthehasreadthedevilknowshowmanygoodbooks，andhasmasteredtwolanguagestoperfection。Nowhe'sgoingabroad。"
　　"Whatfor？"inquiredFoma。
　　"Tostudy。Toseehowpeoplelivethere，whileyoulanguishhere——
　　whatfor？"
　　"Hespokesensiblyofthefools，"saidFoma，thoughtfully。
　　"Idon'tknow，forIamnotafool。"
　　"Thatwaswellsaid。Thestupidmanoughttoactatonce。Rushforwardandoverturn。"
　　"There，he'sbrokenloose！"exclaimedYozhov。"YoubettertellmewhetheritistruethatMayakin'ssonhasreturned？"
　　"Yes。"
　　"Whydoyouask？"
　　"Nothing。"
　　"Icanseebyyourfacethatthereissomething。"
　　"Weknowallabouthisson；we'veheardabouthim。"
　　"ButIhaveseenhim。"
　　"Well？Whatsortofmanishe？"
　　"Thedevilknowshim！WhathaveItodowithhim？"
　　"Ishelikehisfather？"
　　"He'sstouter，plumper；thereismoreseriousnessabouthim；heissocold。"
　　"WhichmeansthathewillbeevenworsethanYashka。Well，now，mydear，beonyourguardortheywillsuckyoudry。"
　　"Well，letthemdoit！"
　　"They'llrobyou。You'llbecomeapauper。ThatTarasfleecedhisfather-in-lawinYekateringburgsocleverly。"
　　"Lethimfleecemetoo，ifhelikes。Ishallnotsayawordtohimexcept'thanks。'"
　　"Youarestillsingingthatsameoldtune？"
　　"Yes。"
　　"Tobesetatliberty。"
　　"Yes。"
　　"Dropit！Whatdoyouwantfreedomfor？Whatwillyoudowithit？
　　Don'tyouknowthatyouarenotfitforanything，thatyouareilliterate，thatyoucertainlycannotevensplitalogofwood？
　　Now，ifIcouldonlyfreemyselffromthenecessityofdrinkingvodkaandeatingbread！"
　　Yozhovjumpedtohisfeet，and，stoppinginfrontofFoma，begantospeakinaloudvoice，asthoughdeclaiming：
　　"Iwouldgathertogethertheremainsofmywoundedsoul，andtogetherwiththebloodofmyheartIwouldspitthemintothefaceofourintelligentsociety，thedeviltakeit！Iwouldsaytothem：
　　'Youinsects，youarethebestsapofmycountry！ThefactofyourexistencehasbeenrepaidbythebloodandthetearsofscoresofgenerationsofRussianpeople。0，younits！Howdearlyyourcountryhaspaidforyou！Whatareyoudoingforitssakeinreturn？Haveyoutransformedthetearsofthepastintopearls？
　　Whathaveyoucontributedtowardlife？Whathaveyouaccomplished？Youhavepermittedyourselvestobeconquered？Whatareyoudoing？Youpermityourselvestobemocked。"'
　　Hestampedhisfeetwithrage，andsettinghisteethtogetherstaredatFomawithburning，angrylooks，andresembledaninfuriatedwildbeast。
　　"Iwouldsaytothem：'You！Youreasontoomuch，butyouarenotverywise，andyouareutterlypowerless，andyouareallcowards！Yourheartsarefilledupwithmoralityandnobleintentions，buttheyareassoftandwarmasfeatherbeds；thespiritofcreativenesssleepswithinthemaprofoundandcalmsleep，andyourheartsdonotthrob，theymerelyrockslowly，likecradles。'Dippingmyfingerinthebloodofmyheart，I
　　wouldsmearupontheirbrowsthebrandsofmyreproaches，andthey，paupersinspirit，miserableintheirself-contentment，theywouldsuffer。Oh，howtheywouldsuffer！Myscourgeissharp，myhandisfirm！AndIlovetoodeeplytohavecompassion！
　　Theywouldsuffer！Andnowtheydonotsuffer，fortheyspeakoftheirsufferingstoomuch，toooften，andtooloud！Theylie！
　　Genuinesufferingismute，andgenuinepassionknowsnobounds！
　　Passions，passions！Whenwilltheyspringupintheheartsofmen？Weareallmiserablebecauseofapathy。"
　　Shortofbreathheburstintoafitofcoughing，hecoughedforalongtime，hoppingabouthitherandthither，wavinghishandslikeamadman。AndthenheagainstoppedinfrontofFomawithpalefaceandblood-shoteyes。Hebreathedheavily，hislipstremblednowandthen，displayinghissmall，sharpteeth。
　　Dishevelled，withhisheadcoveredwithshortheir，helookedlikeaperchjustthrownoutofthewater。ThiswasnotthefirsttimeFomasawhiminsuchastate，and，asalways，hewasinfectedbyhisagitation。Helistenedtothefierywordsofthesmallman，silently，withoutattemptingtounderstandtheirmeaning，havingnodesiretoknowagainstwhomtheyweredirected，absorbingtheirforceonly。Yozhov'swordsbubbledonlikeboilingwater，andheatedhissoul。
　　"Iwillsaytothem，tothosemiserableidlers：
　　'Look！Lifegoesonward，leavingyoubehind！"'
　　"Eh！That'sfine！"exclaimedFoma，ecstatically，andbegantomoveaboutonthelounge。"You'reahero，Nikolay！Oh！Goahead！
　　Throwitrightintotheirfaces！"
　　ButYozhovwasnotinneedofencouragement，itseemedevenasthoughhehadnotheardatallFoma'sexclamations，andhewenton：
　　"Iknowthelimitationsofmypowers。Iknowthey'llshoutatme：
　　'Holdyourpeace！'They'lltellme：'Keepsilence！'Theywillsayitwisely，theywillsayitcalmly，mockingme，theywillsayitfromtheheightoftheirmajesty。IknowIamonlyasmallbird，0h，Iamnotanightingale！ComparedwiththemIamanignorantman，Iamonlyafeuilleton-writer，amantoamusethepublic。
　　Letthemcryandsilenceme，letthemdoit！Ablowwillfallonmycheek，buttheheartwillneverthelesskeeponthrobbing！AndIwillsaytothem：
　　"'Yes，Iamanignorantman！AndmyfirstadvantageoveryouisthatIdonotknowasinglebook-truthdearertomethanaman！
　　Manistheuniverse，andmayheliveforeverwhocarriesthewholeworldwithinhim！Andyou，'Iwillsay，'forthesakeofawordwhich，perhaps，doesnotalwayscontainameaningcomprehensibletoyou，forthesakeofawordyouofteninflictsoresandwoundsononeanother，forthesakeofawordyouspurtoneanotherwithbile，youassaultthesoul。Forthis，believeme，lifewillseverelycallyoutoaccount：astormwillbreakloose，anditwillwhiskandwashyouofftheearth，aswindandrainwhiskandwashthedustoffatreeIThereisinhumanlanguageonlyonewordwhosemeaningisclearanddeartoeverybody，andwhenthatwordispronounced，itsoundsthus：
　　'Freedom！'"
　　"Crushon！"roaredFoma，jumpingupfromtheloungeandgraspingYozhovbytheshoulders。WithflashingeyeshegazedintoYozhov'sface，bendingtowardhim，andalmostmoanedwithgriefandaffliction："Oh！Nikolay！Mydearfellow，Iammortallysorryforyou！Iammoresorrythanwordscantell！"
　　"What'sthis？What'sthematterwithyou？"criedYozhov，pushinghimaway，amazedandshiftedfromhispositionbyFoma'sunexpectedoutburstandstrangewords。
　　"Oh，brother！"saidFoma，loweringhisvoice，whichthussoundeddeeper，morepersuasive。"Oh，livingsoul，whydoyousinktoruin？"
　　"Who？I？Isink？Youlie！"
　　"Mydearboy！Youwillnotsayanythingtoanybody！Thereisnoonetospeakto！Whowilllistentoyou？OnlyI！"
　　"Gotothedevil！"shoutedYozhov，angrily，jumpingawayfromhimasthoughhehadbeenscorched。
　　AndFomawenttowardhim，andspokeconvincingly，withintensesorrow：
　　"Speak！speaktome！Ishallcarryawayyourwordstotheproperplace。Iunderstandthem。And，ah！howIwillscorchthepeople！
　　Justwait！Myopportunitywillcome。"
　　"Goaway！"screamedYozhov，hysterically，squeezinghisbacktothewall，underFoma'spressure。Perplexed，crushed，andinfuriatedhestoodandwavedoffFoma'sarmsoutstretchedtowardhim。Andatthistimethedooroftheroomopened，andonthethresholdappearedawomanallinblack。Herfacewasangry-
　　lookingandexcited，hercheekwastiedupwithakerchief。Shetossedherheadback，stretchedoutherhandtowardYozhovandsaid，inahissingandshrillvoice：
　　"NikolayMatveyich！Excuseme，butthisisimpossible！Suchbeast-likehowlingandroaring。Guestseveryday。Thepolicearecoming。No，Ican'tbearitanylonger！Iamnervous。Pleasevacatethelodgingsto-morrow。Youarenotlivinginadesert，therearepeopleaboutyouhere。Andaneducatedmanatthat！A
　　writer！Allpeoplerequirerest。Ihaveatoothache。Irequestyoutomovetomorrow。I'llpasteupanotice，I'llnotifythepolice。"
　　Shespokerapidly，andthemajorityofherwordswerelostinthehissingandwhistlingofhervoice；onlythosewordsweredistinct，whichsheshriekedoutinashrill，irritatedtone。Thecornersofherkerchiefprotrudedonherheadlikesmallhorns，andshookfromthemovementofherjaws。AtthesightofheragitatedandcomicalfigureFomagraduallyretreatedtowardthelounge，whileYozhovstood，andwipinghisforehead，staredatherfixedly，andlistenedtoherwords：
　　"Soknowitnow！"shescreamed，andbehindthedoor，shesaidoncemore：
　　"Tomorrow！Whatanoutrage。"
　　"Devil！"whisperedYozhov，staringdullyatthedoor。
　　"Yes！whatawoman！Howstrict！"saidFoma，lookingathiminamazement，asheseatedhimselfonthelounge。
　　Yozhov，raisinghisshoulders，walkeduptothetable，pouredoutahalfatea-glassfullofvodka，emptieditandsatdownbythetable，bowinghisheadlow。Therewassilenceforaboutaminute。
　　ThenFomasaid，timidlyandsoftly：
　　"Howitallhappened！Wehadnotimeeventowinkaneye，and，suddenly，suchanoutcome。Ah！"
　　"You！"saidYozhovinanundertone，tossinguphishead，andstaringatFomaangrilyandwildly。"Keepquiet！You，thedeviltakeyou。Liedownandsleep！Youmonster。Nightmare。Oh！"
　　AndhethreatenedFomawithhisfist。Thenhefilledtheglasswithmorebrandy，andemptieditagain。
　　AfewminuteslaterFomalayundressedonthelounge，and，withhalf-shuteyes，followedYozhovwhosatbythetableinanawkwardpose。Hestaredatthefloor，andhislipswerequietlymoving。Fomawasastonished，hecouldnotmakeoutwhyYozhovhadbecomeangryathim。Itcouldnotbebecausehehadbeenorderedtomoveout。Foritwashehimselfwhohadbeenshouting。
　　"0hdevil！"whisperedYozhov，andgnashedhisteeth。
　　Fomaquietlyliftedhisheadfromthepillow。Yozhovdeeplyandnoisilysighing，againstretchedouthishandtowardthebottle。
　　ThenFomasaidtohimsoftly：
　　"Let'sgotosomehotel。Itisn'tlateyet。"
　　Yozhovlookedathim，and，rubbinghisheadwithhishands，begantolaughstrangely。ThenherosefromhischairandsaidtoFomacurtly：
　　"Dressyourself！"
　　Andseeinghowclumsilyandslowlyheturnedonthelounge，Yozhovshoutedwithangerandimpatience：
　　"Well，bequicker！Youpersonificationofstupidity。Yousymbolicalcart-shaft。"
　　"Don'tcurse！"saidFoma，withapeaceablesmile。"Isitworthwhiletobeangrybecauseawomanhascackled？"
　　Yozhovglancedathim，spatandburstintoharshlaughter。
　　CHAPTERXIII
　　"AREallhere？"askedIlyaYefimovichKononov，standingonthebowofhisnewsteamer，andsurveyingthecrowdofguestswithbeamingeyes。
　　"Itseemstobeall！"
　　Andraisingupwardhisstout，red，happy-lookingface，heshoutedtothecaptain，whowasalreadystandingonthebridge，besidethespeaking-tube：
　　"Castoff，Petrukha！"
　　"Yes，sir！"
　　Thecaptainbaredhishuge，baldhead，madethesignofthecross，glancingupatthesky，passedhishandoverhiswide，blackbeard，clearedhisthroat，andgavethecommand：
　　"Back！"
　　Theguestswatchedthemovementsofthecaptainsilentlyandattentively，and，emulatinghisexample，theyalsobegantocrossthemselves，atwhichperformancetheircapsandhighhatsflashedthroughtheairlikeaflockofblackbirds。
　　GiveusThyblessing，0hLord！"exclaimedKononovwithemotion。
　　"Letgoastern！Forward！"orderedthecaptain。Themassive"IlyaMurometz，"heavingamightysigh，emittedathickcolumnofwhitesteamtowardthesideofthelanding-bridge，andstartedupstreameasily，likeaswan。
　　"Howitstartedoff，"enthusiasticallyexclaimedcommercialcounsellorLupGrigoryevReznikov，atall，thin，good-lookingman。"Withoutaquiver！Likealadyinthedance！"
　　"Halfspeed！"
　　"It'snotaship，it'saLeviathan！"remarkedwithadevoutsighthepock-markedandstoopingTrofimZubov，cathedral-wardenandprincipalusurerintown。
　　Itwasagrayday。Thesky，overcastwithautumnclouds，wasreflectedinthewateroftheriver，thusgivingitacoldleadencolouring。Flashinginthefreshnessofitspaintthesteamersailedalongthemonotonousbackgroundoftheriverlikeahugebrightspot，andtheblacksmokeofitsbreathhungintheairlikeaheavycloud。Allwhite，withpinkpaddle-boxesandbrightredblades，thesteamereasilycutthroughthecoldwaterwithitsbowanddroveitaparttowardtheshores，andtheroundwindow-panesonthesidesofthesteamerandthecabinglitteredbrilliantly，asthoughsmilingaself-satisfied，triumphantsmile。
　　"Gentlemenofthishonourablecompany！"exclaimedKononov，removinghishat，andmakingalowbowtotheguests。"AswehavenowrendereduntoGod，sotosay，whatisduetoGod，wouldyoupermitthatthemusiciansrendernowuntotheEmperorwhatisduetotheEmperor？"
　　And，withoutwaitingforananswerfromhisguests，heplacedhisfisttohismouth，andshouted：
　　"Musicians！Play'BeGlorious！'"
　　Themilitaryorchestra，behindtheengine，thunderedoutthemarch。
　　AndMakarBobrov，thedirectorandfounderofthelocalcommercialbank，begantohuminapleasantbasso，beatingtimewithhisfingersonhisenormouspaunch：
　　"Beglorious，beglorious，ourRussianCzar——tra-rata！Boom！"
　　"Iinviteyoutothetable，gentlemen！Please！Takepot-luck，he，he！Ientreatyouhumbly，"saidKononov，pushinghimselfthroughthedensegroupofguests。
　　Therewereaboutthirtyofthem，allsedatemen，thecreamofthelocalmerchants。Theoldermenamongthem，bald-headedandgray，woreold-fashionedfrock-coats，capsandtallboots。Buttherewereonlyfewofthese；highsilkhats，shoesandstylishcoatsreignedsupreme。Theywereallcrowdedonthebowofthesteamer，andlittlebylittle，yieldingtoKononov'srequests，movedtowardsthesterncoveredwithsailcloth，wherestoodtablesspreadwithlunch。LupReznikovwalkedarminarmwithYakovMayakin，and，bendingovertohisear，whisperedsomethingtohim，whilethelatterlistenedandsmiled。Foma，whohadbeenbroughttothefestivalbyhisgodfather，afterlongadmonitions，foundnocompanionforhimselfamongthesepeoplewhowererepulsivetohim，and，paleandgloomy，heldhimselfapartfromthem。DuringthepasttwodayshehadbeendrinkingheavilywithYozhov，andnowhehadaterribleheadache。Hefeltillateaseinthesedateandyetjollycompany；thehummingofthevoices，thethunderingofthemusicandtheclamourofthesteamer，alltheseirritatedhim。
　　Hefeltapressingneedtodozeoff，andhecouldfindnorestfromthethoughtastowhyhisgodfatherwassokindtohimtoday，andwhyhebroughthimhitherintothecompanyoftheforemostmerchantsofthetown。Whyhadheurgedsopersuasively，andevenentreatedhimtoattendKononov'smassandbanquet？
　　"Don'tbefoolish，come！"Fomarecalledhisgodfather'sadmonitions。"Whydoyoufightshyofpeople？Mangetshischaracterfromnature，andinrichesyouarelowerthanveryfew。
　　Youmustkeepyourselfonanequalfootingwiththeothers。
　　Come！"
　　"Butwhenareyougoingtospeakseriouslywithme，papa？"Fomahadasked，watchingtheplayofhisgodfather'sfaceandgreeneyes。
　　"Youmeanaboutsettingyoufreefromthebusiness？Ha，ha！We'lltalkitover，we'lltalkitover，myfriend！Whataqueerfellowyouare。Well？Willyouenteramonasterywhenyouhavethrownawayyourwealth？Aftertheexampleofthesaints？Eh？"
　　"I'llseethen！"Fomahadanswered。
　　"So。Well，andmeanwhile，beforeyougotothemonastery，comealongwithme！Getreadyquickly。Rubyourphizwithsomethingwet，foritisverymuchswollen。Sprinkleyourselfwithcologne，getitfromLubov，todriveawaythesmellofthekabak。Goahead！"
　　Arrivingonthesteamerwhilethemasswasinprogress，Fomatookupaplaceonthesideandwatchedthemerchantsduringthewholeservice。
　　Theystoodinsolemnsilence；theirfaceshadanexpressionofdevoutconcentration；theyprayedwithfervour，deeplysighing，bowinglow，devoutlyliftingtheireyesheavenward。AndFomalookednowatone，nowatanother，andrecalledwhatheknewaboutthem。
　　TherewasLupReznikov；hehadbegunhiscareerasabrothel-
　　keeper，andhadbecomerichallofasudden。Theysaidhehadstrangledoneofhisguests，arichSiberian。Zubov'sbusinessinhisyouthhadbeentopurchasethreadfromthepeasants。Hehadfailedtwice。Kononovhadbeentriedtwentyyearsagoforarson，andevennowhewasindictedfortheseductionofaminor。
　　Togetherwithhim，forthesecondtimealready，onasimilarcharge，ZakharKirillovRobustovhadbeendraggedtocourt。
　　Robustovwasastout，shortmerchantwitharoundfaceandcheerfulblueeyes。AmongthesepeopletherewashardlyoneaboutwhomFomadidnotknowsomethingdisgraceful。
　　AndheknewthattheywereallsurelyenvyingthesuccessfulKononov，whowasconstantlyincreasingthenumberofhissteamersfromyeartoyear。Manyofthosepeoplewereatdaggers'pointswithoneanother，noneofthemwouldshowmercytotheothersinthebattlefieldofbusiness，andallknewwickedanddishonestthingsaboutoneanother。Butnow，whentheygatheredaroundKononov，whowastriumphantandhappy，theyblendedinonedense，darkmass，andstoodandbreathedasoneman，concentratedandsilent，surroundedbysomethinginvisibleyetfirm，bysomethingwhichrepulsedFomafromthem，andwhichinspiredhimwithfearofthem。
　　"Impostors！"thoughthe，thusencouraginghimself。
　　Andtheycoughedgently，sighed，crossedthemselves，bowed，and，surroundingtheclergyinathickwall，stoodimmovableandfirm，likebig，blackrocks。
　　"Theyarepretending！"Fomaexclaimedtohimself。Besidehimstoodthehump-backed，one-eyedPavlinGushchin——hewho，notlongbefore，hadturnedthechildrenofhishalf-wittedbrotherintothestreetasbeggars——hestoodthereandwhisperedpenetratinglyashelookedatthegloomyskywithhissingleeye：
　　"0hLord！DonotconvictmeinThywrath，norchastisemeinThyindignation。"
　　AndFomafeltthatthatmanwasaddressingtheLordwiththemostprofoundandfirmfaithinHismercy。
　　"0hLord，Godofourfathers，whohadstcommandedNoah，Thyservant，tobuildanarkforthepreservationoftheworld，"saidthepriestinhisdeepbassvoice，liftinghiseyesandoutstretchinghishandsskyward，"protectalsothisvesselandgiveuntoitaguardingangelofgoodandpeace。Guardthosethatwillsailuponit。"
　　Themerchantsinunisonmadethesignofthecross，withwideswingsoftheirarms，andalltheirfacesboretheexpressionofonesentiment——faithinthepowerofprayer。AllthesepicturestookrootinFoma'smemoryandawakenedinhimperplexityastothesepeople，who，beingabletobelievefirmlyinthemercyofGod，were，nevertheless，socrueluntoman。Hewatchedthempersistently，wishingtodetecttheirfraud，toconvincehimselfoftheirfalsehood。
　　Theirgravefirmnessangeredhim，theirunanimousself-
　　confidence，theirtriumphantfaces，theirloudvoices，theirlaughter。Theywerealreadyseatedbythetables，coveredwithluncheon，andwerehungrilyadmiringthehugesturgeon，almostthreeyardsinlength，nicelysprinkledoverwithgreensandlargecrabs。TrofimZubov，tyinganapkinaroundhisneck，lookedatthemonsterfishwithhappy，sweetlyhalf-shuteyes，andsaidtohisneighbour，theflourmerchant，YonaYushkov：
　　"YonaNikiforich！Look，it'saregularwhale！It'sbigenoughtoserveasacasketforyourperson，eh？Ha，ha！Youcouldcreepintoitasafootintoaboot，eh？Ha，ha！"
　　Thesmall-bodiedandplumpYonacarefullystretchedouthisshortlittlehandtowardthesilverpailfilledwithfreshcaviar，smackedhislipsgreedily，andsquintedatthebottlesbeforehim，fearinglesthemightoverturnthem。
　　OppositeKononov，onatrestle，stoodahalf-vedrobarrelofoldvodka，importedfromPoland；inahugesilver-mountedshelllayoysters，andacertainparticolouredcake，intheshapeofatower，stoodoutabovealltheviands。
　　"Gentlemen！Ientreatyou！Helpyourselvestowhateveryouplease！"criedKononov。"Ihavehereeverythingatoncetosuitthetasteofeveryone。Thereisourown，Russianstuff，andthereisforeign，allatonce！That'sthebestway！Whowishesanything？Doesanybodywantsnails，orthesecrabs，eh？They'refromIndia，Iamtold。"
　　AndZubovsaidtohisneighbour，Mayakin：
　　"Theprayer'AttheBuildingofaVessel'isnotsuitableforsteam-tugsandriversteamers，thatis，notthatitisnotsuitable，itisn'tenoughalone。Ariversteamerisaplaceofpermanentresidenceforthecrew，andthereforeitoughttobeconsideredasahouse。Consequentlyitisnecessarytomaketheprayer'AttheBuildingofaHouse，'inadditiontothatforthevessel。Butwhatwillyoudrink？"
　　"Iamnotmuchofawinefiend。Pourmeoutsomecuminvodka，"
　　repliedYakovTarasovich。
　　Foma，seatedattheendofthetableamongsometimidandmodestmenwhowereunfamiliartohim，nowandagainfeltonhimselfthesharpglancesoftheoldman。
　　"He'safraidI'llmakeascandal，"thoughtFoma。"Brethren！"
　　roaredthemonstrouslystoutshipbuilderYashchurov，inahoarsevoice，"Ican'tdowithoutherring！Imustnecessarilybeginwithherring，that'smynature。"
　　"Musicians！strikeup'ThePersianMarch！"
　　"Holdon！Better'HowGlorious！'"
　　"Strikeup'HowGlorious。"'