He stared at the floor, and his lips were quietly moving.

Foma was astonished, he could not make out why Yozhov had become angry at him.
It could not be because he had been ordered to move out.

For it was he himself who had been shouting.
"Oh devil!" whispered Yozhov, and gnashed his teeth.
Foma quietly lifted his head from the pillow.

Yozhov deeply and noisily sighing, again stretched out his hand toward the bottle.

Then Foma said to him softly: "Let's go to some hotel.