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Sasha's big black hat attracted everybody's attention by its deftly bent brim, and its white feathers, and Foma was ill at ease as he stood beside her, and felt as though inquisitive glances crawled over his perplexed face.
Dishevelled, with his head covered with short heir, he looked like a perch just thrown out of the water. This was not the first time Foma saw him in such a state, and, as always, he was infected by his agitation.
Someone crossed the deck and went up to the side of the steamer. "O-o-o," was heard again, but nearer this time. "Yefim!" some one called in a low voice on the deck. "Yefimka!" "Well?" "Devil! Get up! Take the boat-hook." "O-o-o," someone moaned near by, and Foma, shuddering, stepped back from the window.
Comrades! And that big, stupid man " "Nikolay Matveyich, you had better not insult our guest!" said someone in a deep, displeased voice. "Yes, that's unnecessary," affirmed the stout fellow, who had invited Foma to the fireside. "Why use offensive language?" A third voice rang out loudly and distinctly: "We have come together to enjoy ourselves to take a rest." "Fools!" laughed Yozhov, faintly.
I deal in corn, I run a line of steamers. Have you seen the 'Yermak'? Well, that is my steamer. And yours, too." "It is a very big one," said Foma with a sigh. "Well, I'll buy you a small one while you are small yourself. Shall I?" "Very well," Foma assented, but after a thoughtful silence he again drawled out regretfully: "But I thought you were a robber or a giant."
Christ be with you!" says the old woman, interrupting her tale of men suffering for their sins. But in the morning after such a night Foma rose sound and cheerful, washed himself hastily, drank his tea in haste and ran off to school, provided with sweet cakes, which were awaited by the always hungry little Yozhov, who greedily subsisted on his rich friend's generosity.
In regard to affairs with women I may perfectly well be a teacher. You must deal with a woman very plainly give her a bottle of vodka, something to eat after it, then a couple of bottles of beer and after everything give her twenty kopecks in cash. For this price she will show you all her love in the best way possible." "You are lying," said Foma, softly. "I am lying?
"Ask whether the samovar is ready," Sasha ordered indifferently. Foma glanced at her and cried, enraged: "Go to the devil! Ask yourself." "Well, all right, I shall. What are you snarling about?" And she stepped out of the hut.
The old man was not at home, and in the dining-room sat Lubov with her brother, drinking tea. On reaching the door Foma heard the hoarse voice of Taras: "What makes father bother himself about him?" At the sight of Foma he stopped short, staring at his face with a serious, searching look.
"She told me the same," put in Foma, gloomily. "She told you?" Ookhtishchev asked and became thoughtful. "Now, I'll tell you, shouldn't we perhaps go and have supper?" "Let's go," Foma assented. And he suddenly roared obdurately, clinching his fists and waving them in the air: "Well, let us go, and I'll get wound up; I'll break loose, after all this, so you can't hold me back!" "What for?
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