I hindered them from turning into beasts." "It's true, you did disturb them," said Foma.

"Why do you make such speeches?
People have come out to enjoy themselves, and you obtrude yourself upon them.

That bores them!" "Keep quiet! You don't understand anything!" cried Yozhov, harshly.
"You think I am drunk?
It's my body that is intoxicated, but my soul is sober, it is always sober; it feels everything.

Oh, how much meanness there is in the world, how much stupidity and wretchedness! And men--these stupid, miserable men." Yozhov paused, and, clasping his head with his hands, stood for awhile, staggering.
"Yes!" drawled out Foma.

"They are very much unlike one another.
Now these men, how polite they are, like gentlemen.