Ah, how much there is in him that is superfluous to me! While a machine is like an arshin (yardstick), it contains exactly so much as the work required.

Well, I am going to dress.

It is time." He rose and went away, loudly scraping with his slippers along the floor.

Foma glanced after him and said softly, with a frown: "The devil himself could not see through all this.

One says this, the other, that." "It is precisely the same with books," said Lubov in a low voice.
Foma looked at her, smiling good-naturedly.