"Are you thinking of how it is necessary to live?" asked the woman.
"Sometimes I think of it, and then I forget again. I have no time
for it!" said Foma and smiled. "And then, what is there to think
of? It is simple. You see how others live. Well, consequently, you
must imitate them."
"Ah, don't do this! Spare yourself. You are so good! There is
something peculiar in you; what--I do not know. But it can be felt.
And it seems to me, it will be very hard for you to get along in
life. I am sure, you will not go along the usual way of the people
of your circle. No! You cannot be pleased with a life which is
wholly devoted to gain, to hunts after the rouble, to this business
of yours. Oh, no! I know, you will have a desire for something
else, will you not?"
She spoke quickly, with a look of alarm in her eyes. Looking at
her, Foma thought:
"What is she driving at?"
And he answered her slowly:
"Perhaps I will have a desire for something else. Perhaps I have it
already."
Drawing up closer to him, she looked into his face and spoke
convincingly:
"Listen! Do not live like all other people! Arrange your life
somehow differently.
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