He did not hear these words.
"And when it came to the point, you were frightened and you shut
yourself off from me. You began to repent. Ha, ha! Life is bad! And
why are you always complaining of some life? What life? Man is
life, and except man there is no life. You have invented some other
monster. You have done this to deceive the eye, to justify
yourself. You do some mischief, you lose yourself in different
inventions and foolishnesses and then you sigh! Ah, life! Oh, life!
And have you not done it yourself? And covering yourself with
complaints, you confuse others. 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.
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