I believe that nothing in particular will become of him--neither good nor bad.

The insipid fellow will squander his money away, and will be ruined.

What else?
Eh, the deuce take him! Such people as he is are rare nowadays.

Now the merchant knows the power of education.

And he, that foster-brother of yours, he will go to ruin." "That's true, sir!" said Foma, opening the door and appearing on the threshold.
Pale, with knitted brow and quivering lips, he stared straight into Taras's face and said in a dull voice: "True! I will go to ruin and--amen! The sooner the better!" Lubov sprang up from the chair with frightened face, and ran up to Taras, who stood calmly in the middle of the room, with his hands thrust in his pockets.
"Foma! Oh! Shame! You have been eavesdropping.