“What else are you going to do?”
“What? Nothing.”
And both were silent for a long time, without looking at each other.
“You have a disagreeable character,” said Sasha, “a wearisome character.”
“But nevertheless I won’t get drunk any more!” said Foma, firmly and confidently.
“You are lying!” retorted Sasha, calmly.
“You’ll see! What do you think—is it good to lead such a life as this?”
“I’ll see.”
“No, just tell me—is it good?”
“But what is better?”