"To endure this life, a man needs an iron body and an iron heart, and he must live like all the rest, without thinking, without conscience."
Ilya detected in Jakov's words something hostile and cold, and his brow wrinkled.
"And I'm a glass between stones," Jakov continued, "if I turn, there's a smash."
"You grumble far too much," said Lunev carelessly.
"And what about you?" asked Jakov.
Ilya turned away and did not speak. Then observing that Jakov showed no signs of going on, he said thoughtfully:
"It's hard for us all. Look at Pavel, for instance."
"I don't like him," said Jakov, and made a grimace.
"Why not?"
"Oh! Just I don't like him."