Foma saw that her bare white shoulders were trembling, he heard her pitiful moans, and began to feel depressed.

Bending over her, he asked her timidly: "What is it ?" She nodded her head and said nothing in reply.
"Have I offended you ?" "Go away," she said.
"But, how ?" said Foma, alarmed and confused, touching her head with his hand.

"Don't be angry.

You came of your own free will." "I am not angry!" she replied in a loud whisper.

"Why should I be angry at you?
You are not a seducer.