It was I who advised them to do it. Let us go? You will
give them a good treat."
"Very well!" said Foma, to whom it was immaterial with whom he
passed the time, which was a burden to him.
In the evening of that day Foma and Yozhov sat in the company of
rough-faced people, on the outskirts of a grove, outside the
town. There were twelve compositors there, neatly dressed; they
treated Yozhov simply, as a comrade, and this somewhat surprised
and embarrassed Foma, in whose eyes Yozhov was after all
something of a master or superior to them, while they were really
only his servants. They did not seem to notice Gordyeeff,
although, when Yozhov introduced Foma to them, they shook hands
with him and said that they were glad to see him. He lay down
under a hazel-bush, and watched them all, feeling himself a
stranger in this company, and noticing that even Yozhov seemed to
have got away from him deliberately, and was paying but little
attention to him. He perceived something strange about Yozhov;
the little feuilleton-writer seemed to imitate the tone and the
speech of the compositors.
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