And he'll suffer losses. Oh, well, of course, folks are different. He lives for his soul. Levin almost shouted. Why, to be sure, in truth, in God's way.
Folks are different.
At the peasant's words that Fokanich lived for his soul, in truth, in God's way, undefined but significant ideas seemed to burst forth, as though they had been locked up, and, all of them striving toward one goal, they thronged whirling through his head, blinding him with their light.