And suddenly it seemed my voice failed me.

Horrible! And the dog is gnashing his teeth.

Oh Lord, have mercy on me! What does it mean ?" "Stop your idle talk!" Foma interrupted her sternly.

"You better tell me what you know about me." "I know, for instance, that you are awake now," she answered, without turning to him.
"Awake?
That's true.

I've awakened," said Foma, thoughtfully and, throwing his arm behind his head, went on: "That's why I am asking you.
What sort of man do you think I am ?" "A man with a drunken headache," answered Sasha, yawning.
"Aleksandra!" exclaimed Foma, beseechingly, "don't talk nonsense! Tell me conscientiously, what do you think of me ?" "I don't think anything!" she said drily.