And he is willing to pass days and nights with those that despise him, and that are repulsive to him--just to avoid being alone with himself." Foma lifted his head and said distrustfully, with surprise: "I cannot understand what it is! Lubov also says the same." "Which Lubov?
What does she say ?" "My foster-sister.

She says the same,--she is forever complaining of life.

It is impossible to live, she says." "Oh, she is yet young! And it is a great happiness that she already speaks of this." "Happiness!" Foma drawled out mockingly.

"It must be a fine happiness that makes people sigh and complain." "You'd better listen to complaints.

There is always much wisdom in these complaints of men.