Answer it, how to live? To what purpose? There--take my
godfather--he is wise! He says--create life! But he's the only
one like this. Well, I'll ask him, wait! And everybody says--life
has usurped us! Life has choked us. I shall ask these, too. And
how can we create life? You must keep it in your hands to do
this, you must be master over it. You cannot make even a pot,
without taking the clay into your hands."
"Listen!" said Sasha, seriously. "I think you ought to get
married, that's all!"
"What for?" asked Foma, shrugging his shoulders.
"You need a bridle."
"All right! I am living with you--you are all of a kind, are you
not? One is not sweeter than the other. I had one before you, of
the same kind as you. No, but that one did it for love's sake.
She had taken a liking to me--and consented; she was good--but,
otherwise, she was in every way the same as you--though you are
prettier than she. But I took a liking to a certain lady--a lady
of noble birth! They said she led a loose life, but I did not get
her. Yes, she was clever, intelligent; she lived in luxury.
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