And how can we create life?
You must keep it in your hands to do this, you must be master over it.

You cannot make even a pot, without taking the clay into your hands." "Listen!" said Sasha, seriously.

"I think you ought to get married, that's all!" "What for ?" asked Foma, shrugging his shoulders.
"You need a bridle." "All right! I am living with you--you are all of a kind, are you not?
One is not sweeter than the other.

I had one before you, of the same kind as you.

No, but that one did it for love's sake.