I'm entangled with that woman." Mayakin looked at him, listened attentively to his words, and his face was stern, immobile as though petrified.

A dull, tavern noise smote the air, some people went past them, they greeted Mayakin, but he saw nothing, staring fixedly at the agitated face of his godson, who smiled distractedly, both joyously and pitifully.
"Eh, my sour blackberry!" said Mayakin, with a sigh, interrupting Foma's speech.

"I see you've lost your way.

And you're prating nonsense.

I would like to know whether the cognac is to blame for it, or is it your foolishness ?" "Papa!" exclaimed Foma, "this can surely be done.