But that does not attract me.

The other people are by far more interesting to me." "You mean the aristocrats ?" asked Luba.
"Yes." "That's just the place for you!" said Luba, with a smile of contempt.
"Eh, you! Are they men?
Do they have souls ?" "How do you know them?
You are not acquainted with them." "And the books?
Have I not read books about them ?" The maid brought in the samovar, and the conversation was interrupted.
Luba made tea in silence while Foma looked at her and thought of Medinskaya.

He was wishing to have a talk with her.
"Yes," said the girl, thoughtfully, "I am growing more and more convinced everyday that it is hard to live.

What shall I do?
Marry?
Whom?
Shall I marry a merchant who will do nothing but rob people all his life, nothing but drink and play cards?
A savage?
I do not want it! I want to be an individual.

I am such, for I know how wrong the construction of life is.