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Updated: April 30, 2025
His face was swarthy, as though smoked, his eyes were large, immobile and angry, his thick upper lip was covered with a bristle-like, soldier moustache. He was sitting on the lounge, with his feet clasped in his huge arms and his chin resting on his knees. Yozhov sat sideways in a chair, with his legs thrown across the arm of the chair.
"The future is yours, my friends!" said Yozhov, faintly, shaking his head mournfully as though feeling sorry for the future, and yielding to these people against his will the predominance over it. "The future belongs to the men of honest toil. You have a great task before you! You have to create a new culture, everything free, vital and bright!
She tossed her head back, stretched out her hand toward Yozhov and said, in a hissing and shrill voice: "Nikolay Matveyich! Excuse me, but this is impossible! Such beast-like howling and roaring. Guests everyday. The police are coming. No, I can't bear it any longer! I am nervous. Please vacate the lodgings to-morrow. You are not living in a desert, there are people about you here.
I, who am one of you in flesh and in spirit; who am the son of a soldier; I propose a toast to your future! Hurrah!" Yozhov emptied his glass and sank heavily to the ground. The compositors unanimously took up his broken exclamation, and a powerful, thundering shout rolled through the air, causing the leaves on the trees to tremble. "Let's start a song now," proposed the stout fellow again.
It is something meaningless. I live alone. I understand nothing. And yet there is something I long for. I yearn to spit on all and then disappear somewhere! I would like to run away from everything. I am so weary!" "That's interesting!" said Yozhov, rubbing his hands and turning about in all directions.
During the time the clever people think and reflect as to how to act in the wisest way, the fools will down them. That's all." "Wait a little!" said Yozhov. "I can't! I am on duty today. I am rather late as it is. I'll drop in tomorrow may I?" "Come! I'll give a roasting!" "That's exactly your business."
The corners of her kerchief protruded on her head like small horns, and shook from the movement of her jaws. At the sight of her agitated and comical figure Foma gradually retreated toward the lounge, while Yozhov stood, and wiping his forehead, stared at her fixedly, and listened to her words: "So know it now!" she screamed, and behind the door, she said once more: "Tomorrow! What an outrage."
We ought to be permitted to present the doctor's certificate, in case of sickness, to make it certain; and he, to be just, ought to pay the substitute at least half the wages of the sick man. Otherwise, it is hard for us. What if three of us should suddenly be taken sick at once?" "Yes; that is certainly reasonable," assented Yozhov. "But, my friends, the principle of cooperation "
"Eh, you scarecrow!" said Yozhov, convincingly and pitifully, with a shrug of the shoulder. "Is there anything in that? Why, I am anyway half dead already from my wounds." And suddenly inflamed with melancholy malice, he stretched himself and said: "My fate has wronged me. Why have I lowered myself, accepting the sops of the public?
A plump boy came up to them, and Yozhov accosted him, shaking his head reproachfully: "Eh, you red-headed slanderer! It isn't worth while to be friends with you, blockhead!" "Why do you abuse me?" asked Smolin, calmly, examining Foma fixedly. "I am not abusing you; I am telling the truth," Yozhov explained, straightening himself with animation. "Listen! Although you are a kissel, but let it go!
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