That's all." "How you always do speak, Andriusha!" exclaimed the mother involuntarily.
Kneeling before the samovar he diligently blew into the pipe; but presently he turned his face, red with exertion, toward her, and smoothing his mustache with both hands inquired: "And how do I speak, pray ?" "As if nobody had ever done you any wrong." He rose, approached her, and shaking his head, said: "Is there an unwronged soul anywhere in the wide world?
But I have been wronged so much that I have ceased to feel wronged.

What's to be done if people cannot help acting as they do?
The wrongs I undergo hinder me greatly in my work.

It is impossible to avoid them.

But to stop and pay attention to them is useless waste of time.

Such a life! Formerly I would occasionally get angry--but I thought to myself: all around me I see people broken in heart.