But she could have said--" "Eh, my dear boy!" Ookhtishchev interrupted Foma, gently taking his arm.
"That isn't right! You have just started to live and already you are philosophizing! No, that is not right! Life is given us to live! Which means--live and let others live.

That's the philosophy! And that woman.
Bah! Is she then the only one in the world?
The world is large enough.
If you wish, I'll introduce you to such a virile woman, that even the slightest trace of your philosophy would at once vanish from your soul! Oh, a remarkable woman! And how well she knows how to avail herself of life! Do you know, there's also something epic about her?
She is beautiful; a Phryne, I may say, and what a match she would be to you! Ah, devil! It is really a splendid idea.

I'll make you acquainted with her! We must drive one nail out with another." "My conscience does not allow it," said Foma, sadly and sternly.

"So long as she is alive, I cannot even look at women." "Such a robust and healthy young man.

Ho, ho!" exclaimed Ookhtishchev, and in the tone of a teacher began to argue with Foma that it was essential for him to give his passion an outlet in a good spree, in the company of women.
"This will be magnificent, and it is indispensable to you.