Slowly pacing up and down the room with drooping head, he said pensively and with exasperation: "Andrey won't forgive himself soon, if he'll forgive himself at all! There is life for you, mother.

You see the position in which people are placed toward one another.

You don't want to, but you must strike! And strike whom?
Such a helpless being.

He is more wretched even than you because he is stupid.

The police, the gendarmes, the soldiers, the spies--they are all our enemies, and yet they are all such people as we are.