And then, when
the gruel is eaten up, smash the bowl on the ground. Goodbye!"
And she impressed a hot kiss upon his lips, at which her eyes
looked still darker.
Foma was glad that she was leaving him, he had grown tired of her
and her cold indifference frightened him. But now something
trembled within him, he turned aside from her and said in a low
voice:
"Perhaps you will not live well together, then come back to me."
"Thank you!" she replied, and for some reason or other burst into
hoarse laughter, which was uncommon with her.
Thus lived Foma, day in and day out, always turning around on one
and the same place, amid people who were always alike, and who
never inspired him with any noble feelings. And then he
considered himself superior to them, because the thoughts of the
possibility of freeing himself from this life was taking deeper
and deeper root in his mind, because the yearning for freedom
held him in an ever firmer embrace, because ever brighter were
the pictures as he imagined himself drifting away to the border
of life, away from this tumult and confusion.
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