I wanted to speak the truth.

I wanted to accuse you." He was again seized with emotion, and he suddenly jerked his hands in an effort to free them.
"Eh! Hold on!" exclaimed Bobrov, seizing him by the shoulders.

"Hold him." "Well, hold me!" said Foma with sadness and bitterness.

"Hold me--what do you need me for ?" "Sit still!" cried his godfather, sternly.
Foma became silent.

He now understood that what he had done was of no avail, that his words had not staggered the merchants.