That is because you are men of toil, men whose right to happiness is not subject to doubt, although it is not recognised.

In your ennobling midst, Oh honest people, the lonely man, who is poisoned by life, breathes so easily, so freely." Yozhov's voice quivered and quaked, and his head began to shake.

Foma felt that something warm trickled down on his hand, and he looked up at the wrinkled face of Yozhov, who went on speaking, trembling in every limb: "I am not the only one.

There are many like myself, intimidated by fate, broken and suffering.

We are more unfortunate than you are, because we are weaker both in body and in soul, but we are stronger than you because we are armed with knowledge, which we have no opportunity to apply.