It does us good." "Yes," said Pavel, looking at the mother.
"It's all different now," she returned.

"The sorrow is different, and the joy is different.

I do not know anything, of course! I do not understand what it is I live by--and I can't express my feelings in words!" "This is the way it ought to be!" said the Little Russian, returning.
"Because, mark you, mother dear, a new heart is coming into existence, a new heart is growing up in life.

All hearts are smitten in the conflict of interests, all are consumed with a blind greed, eaten up with envy, stricken, wounded, and dripping with filth, falsehood, and cowardice.

All people are sick; they are afraid to live; they wander about as in a mist.