Foma felt so sorry for his friend that he did not even take offence.

He saw that these people who defended him from Yozhov's attacks were now purposely ignoring the feuilleton-writer, and he understood that this would pain Yozhov if he were to notice it.

And in order to take his friend away from possible unpleasantness, he nudged him in the side and said, with a kind-hearted laugh: "Well, you grumbler, shall we have a drink?
Or is it time to go home ?" "Home?
Where is the home of the man who has no place among men ?" asked Yozhov, and shouted again: "Comrades!" Unanswered, his shout was drowned in the general murmur.

Then he drooped his head and said to Foma: "Let's go from here." "Let's go.

Though I don't mind sitting a little longer.