Oh, what will become of you?
You had better move into my house, for you will feel lonesome in yours." "Aunt is there." "Aunt?
She is sick.

She will not live long." "Do not speak of it," begged Foma in a low voice.
"And I will speak of it.

You need not fear death--you are not an old woman on the oven.

Live fearlessly and do what you were appointed to do.

Man is appointed for the organisation of life on earth.