He left dissatisfied and gloomy.

Once he said: "No, there must be people to blame! I'm sure there are! I tell you, we must plow over the whole of life like a weedy field, showing no mercy!" "That's what Isay, the record clerk, once said about us!" the mother said.

For a while the two were silent.
"Isay ?" "Yes, he's a bad man.

He spies after everybody, fishes about everywhere for information.

He has begun to frequent this street, and peers into our windows." "Peers into your windows ?" The mother was already in bed and did not see his face.