We're both going the same way! But I advise you not to give your heart free rein.

Enjoy yourself without looking back at anything.

And then, when the gruel is eaten up, smash the bowl on the ground.

Goodbye!" And she impressed a hot kiss upon his lips, at which her eyes looked still darker.
Foma was glad that she was leaving him, he had grown tired of her and her cold indifference frightened him.

But now something trembled within him, he turned aside from her and said in a low voice: "Perhaps you will not live well together, then come back to me." "Thank you!" she replied, and for some reason or other burst into hoarse laughter, which was uncommon with her.
Thus lived Foma, day in and day out, always turning around on one and the same place, amid people who were always alike, and who never inspired him with any noble feelings.