Foma saw the glitter of her eyes, he saw a smile on her full lips.

It seemed to him that this smile of hers was not at all like that other smile before--this smile seemed plaintive, sad.

This smile encouraged him; he breathed with less difficulty at the sight of these eyes, which, on meeting his own, suddenly glanced down on the floor.

But he did not know what to say to this woman and for about two minutes both were silent.

It was a heavy, awkward silence.