You had better leave us alone! Depart from evil, and prepare some lunch for us.

Go ahead!" Luba rose quickly and throwing the towel across the back of the chair, left the room.

Mayakin, winking his eyes, looked after her, tapped the table with his fingers and said: "I shall instruct you, Foma.

I shall teach you the most genuine, true knowledge and philosophy, and if you understand them, your life will be faultless." Foma saw how the wrinkles on the old man's forehead were twitching, and they seemed to him like lines of Slavonic letters.
"First of all, Foma, since you live on this earth, it is your duty to think over everything that takes place about you.

Why?
That you may not suffer for your own senselessness, and may not harm others by your folly.