We are not going to take you direct from the wharf to the insane asylum." "So!" exclaimed Foma.

"So you are going to put me into an insane asylum ?" No one replied.

He looked at their faces and hung his head.
"Behave peacefully! We'll unbind you!" said someone.
"It's not necessary!" said Foma in a low voice.

"It's all the same.

I spit on it! Nothing will happen." And his speech again assumed the nature of a delirium.
"I am lost, I know it! Only not because of your power, but rather because of my weakness.