You have lost your way, very well, but why do you want to lead me astray?
Is it wickedness that speaks in you: 'I feel bad,' you say, 'let him also feel bad--there, I'll besprinkle his heart with my poisonous tears!' Isn't that so?
Eh! God has given you the beauty of an angel, but your heart--where is it ?" Standing before her, he trembled in every limb, and examined her from head to foot with reproachful looks.

Now his words came freely from his heart, he spoke not loud, but with power and pleasure.

Her head raised, the woman stared into his face, with wide-open eyes.

Her lips were trembling and deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of her mouth.
"A beautiful person should lead a good life.

While of you they say things." Foma's voice broke down; he raised his hand and concluded in a dull voice: "Goodbye!" "Goodbye!" said Medinskaya, softly.
He did not give her his hand, but, turning abruptly, he walked away from her.