Beside me stood a Jew, drinking also.
He began to talk to me, and I, in order not to be left alone in my compartment, went with him into his third-class, dirty, full of smoke, and covered with peelings and sunflower seeds.

There I sat down beside the Jew, and, as it seemed, he told many anecdotes.
"First I listened to him, but I did not understand what he said.

He noticed it, and exacted my attention to his person.

Then I rose and entered my own compartment.
"'I must consider,' said I to myself, 'whether what I think is true, whether there is any reason to torment myself.' I sat down, wishing to reflect quietly; but directly, instead of the peaceful reflections, the same thing began again.

Instead of the reasoning, the pictures.
"'How many times have I tormented myself in this way,' I thought (I recalled previous and similar fits of jealousy), 'and then seen it end in nothing at all?
It is the same now.