Well, and meanwhile, before you go to the monastery, come along with me! Get ready quickly.

Rub your phiz with something wet, for it is very much swollen.

Sprinkle yourself with cologne, get it from Lubov, to drive away the smell of the kabak.

Go ahead!" Arriving on the steamer while the mass was in progress, Foma took up a place on the side and watched the merchants during the whole service.
They stood in solemn silence; their faces had an expression of devout concentration; they prayed with fervour, deeply sighing, bowing low, devoutly lifting their eyes heavenward.

And Foma looked now at one, now at another, and recalled what he knew about them.
There was Lup Reznikov; he had begun his career as a brothel-keeper, and had become rich all of a sudden.