Oh, a beggar woman with a baby.

She thinks I'm sorry for her.

Aren't we all flung into the world only to hate each other, and so to torture ourselves and each other? Schoolboys coming--laughing Seryozha?" she thought.

" I thought, too, that I loved him, and used to be touched by my own tenderness.

But I have lived without him, I gave him up for another love, and did not regret the exchange till that love was satisfied.