Then Foma said, timidly and softly:
"How it all happened! We had no time even to wink an eye, and,
suddenly, such an outcome. Ah!"
"You!" said Yozhov in an undertone, tossing up his head, and
staring at Foma angrily and wildly. "Keep quiet! You, the devil
take you. Lie down and sleep! You monster. Nightmare. Oh!"
And he threatened Foma with his fist. Then he filled the glass
with more brandy, and emptied it again.
A few minutes later Foma lay undressed on the lounge, and, with
half-shut eyes, followed Yozhov who sat by the table in an
awkward pose. He stared at the floor, and his lips were quietly
moving. Foma was astonished, he could not make out why Yozhov had
become angry at him. It could not be because he had been ordered
to move out. For it was he himself who had been shouting.
"0h devil!" whispered Yozhov, and gnashed his teeth.
Foma quietly lifted his head from the pillow. Yozhov deeply and
noisily sighing, again stretched out his hand toward the bottle.
Then Foma said to him softly:
"Let's go to some hotel.
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