While now he could not understand whether they were pitying him or whether they were laughing at him, because he had lost his way and could not conform himself to anything.
As he stood awhile alone in the middle of the room, he unconsciously resolved to leave this house where people were rejoicing and where he was superfluous.

On reaching the street, he felt himself offended by the Mayakins.

After all, they were the only people near to him in the world.
Before him arose his godfather's face, on which the wrinkles quivered with agitation, and illuminated by the merry glitter of his green eyes, seemed to beam with phosphoric light.
"Even a rotten trunk of a tree stands out in the dark!" reflected Foma, savagely.

Then he recalled the calm and serious face of Taras and beside it the figure of Lubov bowing herself hastily toward him.

That aroused in him feelings of envy and sorrow.
"Who will look at me like that?
There is not a soul to do it." He came to himself from his broodings on the shore, at the landing-places, aroused by the bustle of toil.