1 But I rest my hopes on Katerina Sergyevna.
2 I hope there will be no fuss, Yevgeny Vassilyitch.
3 If a woman can keep up half-an-hour's conversation, it's always a hopeful sign.
4 You don't need logic, I hope, to put a bit of bread in your mouth when you're hungry.
5 'I hope, dear Yevgeny Vassilyitch, you won't be dull with us,' continued Nikolai Petrovitch.
6 He had just heard that blight had begun to appear in his wheat, upon which he had in particular rested his hopes.
7 Before you is a poor mortal, who has come to his senses long ago, and hopes other people too have forgotten his follies.
8 Vassily Ivanovitch expressed his regret that no one had taken steps to procure medical aid sooner, and declared there was no hope.
9 'You reproached me, if you remember, yesterday with a want of seriousness,' Arkady went on, with the air of a man who has got into a bog, feels that he is sinking further and further in at every step, and yet hurries onwards in the hope of crossing it as soon as possible; 'that reproach is often aimed.'
10 But to Nikolai, there remained the sense of a well-spent life, his son was growing up under his eyes; Pavel, on the contrary, a solitary bachelor, was entering upon that indefinite twilight period of regrets that are akin to hopes, and hopes that are akin to regrets, when youth is over, while old age has not yet come.