What for?
We all come from the same place, both people and beasts.

And what is there that I can tell you about myself?
And what for?
All this talk is nonsense.

Let's rather think a little as to how we shall pass the day." On that day they took a trip on a steamer, with an orchestra of music, drank champagne, and every one of them got terribly drunk.

Sasha sang a peculiar, wonderfully sad song, and Foma, moved by her singing, wept like a child.

Then he danced with her the "Russian dance," and finally, perspiring and fatigued, threw himself overboard in his clothes and was nearly drowned.
Now, recalling all this and a great deal more, he felt ashamed of himself and dissatisfied with Sasha.