"What's the matter with you ?" "And it all came about," said Foma, slowly, in a dull voice, "because you said that she was going away." "Who?
"Sophya Pavlovna." "Yes, she is going away.

Well ?" He stood opposite Foma and stared at him, with a smile in his eyes.
Gordyeeff was silent, with lowered head, tapping the stone of the sidewalk with his cane.
"Come," said Ookhtishchev.
Foma started, saying indifferently: "Well, let her go.

And I am alone." Ookhtishchev, waving his cane, began to whistle, looking at his companion.
"Sha'n't I be able to get along without her ?" asked Foma, looking somewhere in front of him and then, after a pause, he answered himself softly and irresolutely: "Of course, I shall." "Listen to me!" exclaimed Ookhtishchev.

"I'll give you some good advice.
A man must be himself.

While you, you are an epic man, so to say, and the lyrical is not becoming to you.