"The sea is not flowing anywhere." "The sea receives all rivers into itself, and then, powerful storms rage in it at times.

Then the sea of life also submits on agitation, stirred up by men, and death renovates the waters of the sea of life, that they might not become spoiled.

No matter how many people are dying, they are nevertheless forever growing in number." "What of it?
But my father is dead." "You will die as well." "Then what have I to do with the fact that people are growing in number ?" Foma smiled sadly.
"Eh, he, he!" sighed Mayakin.

"That, indeed, concerns none of us.

There, your trousers probably reason in the same way: what have we to do with the fact that there are all sorts of stuff in the world?
But you do not mind them--you wear them out and throw them away." Foma glanced at his godfather reproachfully, and noticing that the old man was smiling, he was astonished and he asked respectfully: "Can it be true, father, that you do not fear death ?" "Most of all I fear foolishness, my child," replied Mayakin with humble bitterness.