But you must understand, understand everything! Understand also your enemy.

Guess what he thinks even in his dreams, and then go ahead!" According to his wont, Mayakin was carried away by the exposition of his practical philosophy, but he realised in time that a conquered man is not to be taught how to fight, and he stopped short.

Foma cast at him a dull glance, and shook his head strangely.
"Lamb!" said Mayakin.
"Leave me alone!" entreated Foma, plaintively.

"It's all yours! Well, what else do you want?
Well, you crushed me, bruised me, that serves me right! Who am I?
O Lord!" All listened attentively to his words, and in that attention there was something prejudiced, something malicious.
"I have lived," said Foma in a heavy voice.

"I have observed.