We did not try to look for it, we felt sorry it was all bruised.

Papa, is an owl entirely blind in daytime ?" "Blind!" said Ignat; "some men will toss about in life even as this owl in daytime.

Ever searching for his place, he strives and strives--only feathers fly from him, but all to no purpose.

He is bruised, sickened, stripped of everything, and then with all his might he thrusts himself anywhere, just to find repose from his restlessness.

Woe to such people.
Woe to them, dear!" "How painful is it to them ?" said Foma in a low voice.
"Just as painful as to that owl." "And why is it so ?" "Why?
It is hard to tell.