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Fool! If she is a sinner, you can get her more easily.
Why are you so angry, then? Why so bristled up?"
"You don't understand," said Foma, in a low voice.
"What is it I do not understand? I understand everything!"
"The heart. Man has a heart," sighed the youth.
Mayakin winked his eyes and said:
"Then he has no mind."
CHAPTER VI
WHEN Foma arrived in the city he was seized with sad, revengeful
anger. He was burning with a passionate desire to insult
Medinskaya, to abuse her. His teeth firmly set together, his hands
thrust deep into his pockets, he walked for a few hours in
succession about the deserted rooms of his house, he sternly
knitted his brow, and constantly threw his chest forward. His
breast was too narrow to hold his heart, which was filled with
wrath. He stamped the floor with heavy and measured steps, as
though he were forging his anger.
"The vile wretch--disguised herself as an angel!" Pelageya vividly
arose in his memory, and he whispered malignantly and bitterly:
"Though a fallen woman, she is better.


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