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"I don't like this," said Foma, dissatisfied. "That's all fiction, deceit; so is the theatre. The merchants are ridiculed there. Are they really so stupid? Of course! Take your father, for example." "The theatre and the school are one and the same, Foma," said Luba, instructively. "The merchants used to be like this. And what deceit can there be in books?"

They sat opposite each other; both were lost in thought, and neither one looked at the other. It was getting dark outside, and in the room it was quite dark already. The wind was shaking the linden-trees, and their branches seemed to clutch at the walls of the house, as though they felt cold and implored for shelter in the rooms. "Luba!" said Foma, softly. She raised her head and looked at him.

Vera nursed up a little fever for herself and was put to bed, while Luba, the cook, stood in the market-place and with tears in her eyes told everybody that the Captain killed her little Major of the Birds "and now nobody will look after them, and they will make dirt everywhere. And people will have to move away. And he is such a bad man to take the crumbs away from little doves.

How can my father be compared with these?" "You need not compare them. They evidently like one thing, while your father likes another." "They do not like anything!" How's that? "They want to change everything." "So they do strive for something?" said Foma, thoughtfully. "They do wish for something?" "They wish for happiness for all!" cried Luba, hotly.

"There was a man in the land of Uz," began Mayakin, in a hoarse voice, and Foma, sitting beside Luba on the lounge in the corner of the room, knew beforehand that soon his godfather would become silent and pat his bald head with his hand. He sat and, listening, pictured to himself this man from the land of Uz.

"Do you know, I have quarrelled with Medinskaya." "Why?" asked Luba, brightening up. "So. It came about that she offended me. Yes, she offended me." "Well, it's good that you've quarrelled with her," said the girl, approvingly, "for she would have turned your head. She is a vile creature; she is a coquette, even worse than that. Oh, what things I know about her!"

The countries of Luba and Mai are evidently lower than this, and yet this is of no great altitude probably not much more than 3500 feet above the level of the sea.

I am in a fine frame of mind to-day and I will not moan with you. All the more so considering you don't moan, but grunt." Foma went away, leaving Yozhov singing at the top of his voice: "Beat the drum and fear not." "Drum? You are a drum yourself;" thought Foma, with irritation, as he slowly came out on the street. At the Mayakins he was met by Luba.

Thanks to Mayakin's important position in town and to his extensive acquaintance on the Volga, business was splendid, but Mayakin's zealous interest in his affairs strengthened Foma's suspicions that his godfather was firmly resolved to marry him to Luba, and this made the old man more repulsive to him. He liked Luba, but at the same time she seemed suspicious and dangerous for him.

"She's not at all a vile creature," said Foma, morosely. "And you don't know anything about her. You are all lying!" "Oh, I beg your pardon!" "No. See here, Luba," said Foma, softly, in a beseeching tone, "don't speak ill of her in my presence. It isn't necessary. I know everything. By God! She told me everything herself." "Herself!" exclaimed Luba, in astonishment. "What a strange woman she is!