Someone suffers because he is darkened by his pride--he desires much, but has but little strength.

Another because of his foolishness.

But then there are a thousand and one other reasons, which you cannot understand." "Come in and have some tea," Anfisa called to them.

She had been standing in the doorway for quite a long while, and, folding her hands, lovingly admired the enormous figure of her brother, who bent over Foma with such friendliness, and the pensive pose of the boy, who clung to his father's shoulder.
Thus day by day Foma's life developed slowly--a quiet, peaceful life, not at all brimful of emotions.

Powerful impressions, rousing the boy's soul for an hour or for a day, sometimes stood out strikingly against the general background of this monotonous life, but these were soon obliterated.