Everything in life had always appeared to her inevitable; she was accustomed to submit without thought, and now, too, she only wept softly, finding no words, but in her heart she was oppressed with sorrow and distress.
"Don't cry," said Pavel, kindly and softly; and it seemed to her that he was bidding her farewell.
"Think what kind of a life you are leading.

You are forty years old, and have you lived?
Father beat you.

I understand now that he avenged his wretchedness on your body, the wretchedness of his life.

It pressed upon him, and he did not know whence it came.

He worked for thirty years; he began to work when the whole factory occupied but two buildings; now there are seven of them.