Twilight wrapped everything in the room, and only here and there the gold of the frames, or the white spots of marble flashed dimly.

Heavy fabrics were motionlessly hanging before the doors.
All this embarrassed and almost choked Foma; he felt as though he had lost his way.

He was sorry for the woman.

But she also irritated him.
"Do you hear how I speak to you?
I wish I were your mother, or your sister.

Never before did anybody awaken in me so warm and kindred a feeling as you have done.