But this feeling gave birth to the question: "How shall I live now that I am alone ?" The rain drenched his clothes, and when he felt that he was shivering with cold he arose and went into the house.
Life was tugging him from all sides, giving him no chance to be concentrated in thinking of and grieving for his father, and on the fortieth day after Ignat's death Foma, attired in holiday clothes, with a pleasant feeling in his heart, went to the ceremony of the corner-stone laying of the lodging-asylum.

Medinskaya notified him in a letter the day before, that he had been elected as a member of the building committee and also as honorary member of the society of which she was president.

This pleased him and he was greatly agitated by the part he was to play today at the laying of the corner-stone.

On his way he thought of how everything would be and how he should behave in order not to be confused before the people.
"Eh, eh! Hold on!" He turned around.

Mayakin came hastening to him from the sidewalk.
He was in a frock-coat that reached his heels, in a high cap, and he carried a huge umbrella in his hand.
"Come on, take me up there," said the old man, cleverly jumping into the carriage like a monkey.