There, her head in a corner, she wept noiselessly; and her copious tears weakened her, as though blood oozed from her heart along with them.
Through the door standing ajar the hollow sound of disputing voices reached her ear.
"Well, do you admire yourself for having tortured her ?" "You have no right to speak like that!" shouted Pavel.
"A fine comrade I'd be to you if I kept quiet when I see you making a fool of yourself.

Why did you say all that to your mother ?" "A man must always speak firmly and without equivocation.

He must be clear and definite when he says 'Yes.' He must be clear and definite when he says 'No.'" "To her--to her must you speak that way ?" "To everybody! I want no love, I want no friendship which gets between my feet and holds me back." "Bravo! You're a hero! Go say all this to Sashenka.

You should have said that to her." "I have!" "You have! The way you spoke to your mother?
You have not! To her you spoke softly; you spoke gently and tenderly to her.

I did not hear you, but I know it! But you trot out your heroism before your mother.
Of course! Your heroism is not worth a cent." Vlasova began to wipe the tears from her face in haste.