"To tell the truth, I was waiting for you.

I was looking around, thinking it was time for you to go." "Are you going there ?" asked Foma.
"Of course! I must see how they will bury my friend's money in the ground." Foma looked at him askance and was silent.

"Why do you frown upon me?
Don't fear, you will also start out as a benefactor among men." "What do you mean ?" asked Foma, reservedly.

"I've read in the newspaper this morning that you were elected as a member of the building committee and also as an honorary member of Sophya's society." "Yes." "This membership will eat into your pocket!" sighed Mayakin.
"That wouldn't ruin me." "I don't know it," observed the old man, maliciously.
"I speak of this more because there is altogether very little wisdom in this charity business, and I may even say that it isn't a business at all, but simply harmful nonsense." "Is it harmful to aid people ?" asked Foma, hotly.
"Eh, you cabbage head!" said Mayakin with a smile.

"You had better come up to my house, I'll open your eyes in regard to this.