Who knows what I need?
Who, but myself, understands my interests ?" "No, papa, that isn't right, that isn't right! I cannot refute you, but I feel that this isn't right!" said Lubov almost with despair.
"It is right!" said the old man, firmly.

"Russia is confused, and there is nothing steadfast in it; everything is staggering! Everybody lives awry, everybody walks on one side, there's no harmony in life.

All are yelling out of tune, in different voices.

And not one understands what the other is in need of! There is a mist over everything--everybody inhales that mist, and that's why the blood of the people has become spoiled--hence the sores.

Man is given great liberty to reason, but is not permitted to do anything--that's why man does not live; but rots and stinks." "What ought one to do, then ?" asked Lubov, resting her elbows on the table and bending toward her father.
"Everything!" cried the old man, passionately.