Fame pursues me here in town, dear.

I walk along the street and I hear one driver say to another: 'There goes Yozhov! How cleverly he barks, the deuce take him!' Yes! Even this cannot be so easily attained." Yozhov's face wrinkled into a bitter grimace, and he began to laugh, noiselessly, with his lips only.

Foma did not understand his words, and, just to say something, he remarked at random: "You didn't hit, then, what you aimed at ?" "Yes, I thought I would grow up higher.

And so I should! So I should, I say!" He jumped up from his chair and began to run about in the room, exclaiming briskly in a shrill voice: "But to preserve one's self pure for life and to be a free man in it, one must have vast powers! I had them.

I had elasticity, cleverness.
I have spent all these in order to learn something which is absolutely unnecessary to me now.