"They do wish for something ?" "They wish for happiness for all!" cried Luba, hotly.

"I can't understand this," said Foma, nodding his head.

"Who cares there for my happiness?
And then again, what happiness can they give me, since I, myself, do not know as yet what I want?
No, you should have rather looked at those that were at the banquet." "Those are not men!" announced Luba, categorically.
"I do not know what they are in your eyes, but you can see at once that they know their place.

A clever, easy-going lot." "Ah, Foma!" exclaimed Luba, vexed.

"You understand nothing! Nothing agitates you! You are an idler." "Now, that's going too far! I've simply not had time enough to see where I am." "You are simply an empty man," said Luba, resolutely and firmly.
"You were not within my soul," replied Foma, calmly.