And in his soul he did not believe that those relations were really so simple and rude, as he had been told.

When they had laughed at him and assured him that they were such, and, indeed, could not be otherwise, he smiled stupidly and confusedly, but thought nevertheless that the relations with women did not have to be in such a shameful form for everyone, and that, in all probability, there was something purer, less rude and abusive to a human being.
Now looking at the dark-eyed working woman with admiration, Foma distinctly felt just that rude inclination toward her, and he was ashamed and afraid of something.

And Yefim, standing beside him, said admonitively: "There you are staring at the woman, so that I cannot keep silence any longer.

You do not know her, but when she winks at you, you may, because of your youth--and with a nature like yours--you may do such a thing that we'll have to go home on foot by the shore.

And we'll have to thank God if our trousers at least remain with us." "What do you want ?" asked Foma, red with confusion.
"I want nothing.