Ah!" "You!" said Yozhov in an undertone, tossing up his head, and staring at Foma angrily and wildly.

"Keep quiet! You, the devil take you.

Lie down and sleep! You monster.Nightmare.

Oh!" And he threatened Foma with his fist.

Then he filled the glass with more brandy, and emptied it again.
A few minutes later Foma lay undressed on the lounge, and, with half-shut eyes, followed Yozhov who sat by the table in an awkward pose.