And you, you damp stump, you are smouldering little by little ?" "I have to go to the old man," said Foma, wrinkling his face.
"Chance it!" "I don't feel like going.

He'll start to lecture me." "Then don't go!" "But I must." "Then go!" "Why do you always play the buffoon ?" said Foma, with displeasure, "as though you were indeed merry." "By God, I feel merry!" exclaimed Yozhov, jumping down from the table.
"What a fine roasting I gave a certain gentleman in the paper yesterday! And then--I've heard a clever anecdote: A company was sitting on the sea-shore philosophizing at length upon life.

And a Jew said to them: 'Gentlemen, why do you employ so many different words?
I'll tell it to you all at once: Our life is not worth a single copeck, even as this stormy sea! '" "Eh, the devil take you!" said Foma.

"Good-bye.

I am going." "Go ahead! I am in a fine frame of mind to-day and I will not moan with you.