'And the truth is—where, which side?'
'Where? Like an echo I answer, Where?'
'You're in a melancholy mood to-day, Yevgeny.'
'Really? The sun must have softened my brain, I suppose, and I can't stand so many raspberries either.'
'In that case, a nap's not a bad thing,' observed Arkady.
'Certainly; only don't look at me; every man's face is stupid when he's asleep.'
'But isn't it all the same to you what people think of you?'
'I don't know what to say to you. A real man ought not to care; a real man is one whom it's no use thinking about, whom one must either obey or hate.'
'It's funny! I don't hate anybody,' observed Arkady, after a moment's thought.
'And I hate so many. You are a soft-hearted, mawkish creature; how could you hate any one?... You're timid; you don't rely on yoursel
