Proposing to use the money for this public club, they do not understand the real needs of the population." "And then, your Excellency, a small capital means that the city will have to add its own money." "Perfectly true! Perfectly true!" "Temperance, I say, is good! Would to God that all were sober! I don't drink, either, but what is the use of these performances, libraries and all that, since the people cannot even read ?" The governor replied approvingly.
"Here, I say, you better use this money for a technical institution.

If it should be established on a small plan, this money alone will suffice, and in case it shouldn't, we can ask for more in St.Petersburg--they'll give it to us.

Then the city wouldn't have to add of its own money, and the whole affair would be more sensible." "Precisely! I fully agree with you! But how the liberals began to cry at you! Eh?
Ha, ha!" "That has always been their business, to cry." The deep cough of the archdeacon of the cathedral announced the beginning of the divine service.
Sophya Pavlovna came up to Foma, greeted him and said in a sad, low voice: "I looked at your face on the day of the funeral, and my heart saddened.
My God, I thought, how he must suffer!" And Foma listened to her and felt as though he was drinking honey.
"These cries of yours, they shook my soul, my poor child! I may speak to you this way, for I am an old woman already." "You!" exclaimed Foma, softly.
"Isn't that so ?" she asked, naively looking into his face.
Foma was silent, his head bent on his breast.
"Don't you believe that I am an old woman ?" "I believe you; that is, I believe everything you may say; only this is not true!" said Foma, feelingly, in a low voice.
"What is not true?
What do you believe me ?" "No! not this, but that.

I--excuse me! I cannot speak!" said Foma, sadly, all aflush with confusion.

"I am not cultured." "You need not trouble yourself on this account," said Medinskaya, patronisingly.