And suddenly everything disappears, without leaving any trace.

Then it is dark in the soul as in a cellar--dark, damp and empty--there is nothing at all in it! It is even terrible--I feel then as though I were not a man, but a bottomless ravine.

You ask me what I want ?" Sasha looked at him askance and pensively began to sing softly: "Eh, when the wind blows--mist comes from the sea." "I don't want to carouse--it is repulsive! Always the same--the people, the amusements, the wine.

When I grow malicious--I'd thrash everybody.
I am not pleased with men--what are they?
It is impossible to understand them--why do they keep on living?
And when they speak the truth--to whom are we to listen?
One says this, another that.

While I--I cannot say anything." "Eh, without thee, dear, my life is weary," sang Sasha, staring at the wall before her.