It isn't late yet." Yozhov looked at him, and, rubbing his head with his hands, began to laugh strangely.

Then he rose from his chair and said to Foma curtly: "Dress yourself!" And seeing how clumsily and slowly he turned on the lounge, Yozhov shouted with anger and impatience: "Well, be quicker! You personification of stupidity.

You symbolical cart-shaft." "Don't curse!" said Foma, with a peaceable smile.

"Is it worthwhile to be angry because a woman has cackled ?" Yozhov glanced at him, spat and burst into harsh laughter..