112/121 They behave so nobly, the devils. By God!" "I can't bear it any longer. I am suffocating." "Well, come then." Foma rose to his feet, removed his cap, and, bowing to the compositors, said loudly and cheerfully: "Thank you, gentlemen, for your hospitality! Good-bye!" They immediately surrounded him and spoke to him persuasively: "Stay here! Where are you going? |