All the more so considering you don't moan, but grunt." Foma went away, leaving Yozhov singing at the top of his voice: "Beat the drum and fear not." "Drum?
You are a drum yourself;" thought Foma, with irritation, as he slowly came out on the street.
At the Mayakins he was met by Luba.

Agitated and animated, she suddenly appeared before him, speaking quickly: "You?
My God! How pale you are! How thin you've grown! It seems you have been leading a fine life." Then her face became distorted with alarm and she exclaimed almost in a whisper: "Ah, Foma.

You don't know.

Do you hear?
Someone is ringing the bell.
Perhaps it is he." And she rushed out of the room, leaving behind her in the air the rustle of her silk gown, and the astonished Foma, who had not even had a chance to ask her where her father was.

Yakov Tarasovich was at home.