I thought--I could not tear myself away.

While now that I have given myself to drink, I've drowned her in wine--I am forgetting her--and that also is wrong.

O man! You are a rascal, to be frank." Foma became silent and sank into meditation.

And Sasha rose from the bench and paced the hut to and fro, biting her lips.

Then she stopped short before him, and, clasping her hands to her head, said: "Do you know what?
I'll leave you." "Where will you go ?" asked Foma, without lifting his head.
"I don't know--it's all the same!" "But why ?" "You're always saying unnecessary things.