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She was acquainted with some Gymnasium students, and although Yozhov, his old friend, was among them, Foma felt no inclination to be with them, and their company embarrassed him. It seemed to him that they were all boasting of their learning before him and that they were mocking his ignorance.

"I can see how brave you are." "You'll see. I'll face anybody," said Foma, angrily, but after a close look at the crowd in the harbour his face suddenly assumed another expression, and he added softly: "Oh, it's my godfather."

We are like worms before Him, and how are we then to ward off His wrath, with what wailing shall we appeal to His mercy?" Oppressed by his gloominess, Foma had come down on the deck from his cabin, and, for some time, had been standing in the shadow of some wares covered with tarpaulin, and listened to the admonitive and gentle voice of the preacher.

It is hard to say what might have been the result of this dispute if an accident had not interfered with it. In Kazan Foma received a telegram from Mayakin, who wrote to his godson briefly: "Come immediately on the passenger steamer."

Foma cast at the man a hostile look and thought: "Others are working and he is sweating. And I am still worse than he. I'm like a crow on the fence, good for nothing." From each and every impression there immediately stood out in his mind the painful thought of his unfitness for life.

"You will make a poor merchant, if you do not understand the power of money." "Who does understand it?" asked Foma. "I!" said Shchurov, with confidence. "And every clever man. Yashka understands it. Money? That is a great deal, my lad! Just spread it out before you and think, 'What does it contain? Then will you know that all this is human strength, human mind.

They'll convict you to the galleys. Goodbye, Ilya! You are building your steamers in vain. They'll transport you to Siberia on a government vessel." Kononov sank into a chair; his blood leaped to his face, and he shook his fist in silence. Foma said hoarsely: "Very well. Good. I shall not forget it."

Maxim Gorky's wholly hopeless study of degeneracy in the life of "Foma Gordyeeff" accuses conditions which we can only imagine with difficulty.

"Ah! Well, then, of course. Excuse me, Foma Ignatyevich. But as you brought him, Yakov, you ought to subdue him. Otherwise it's no good." Foma maintained silence and smiled. And the merchants, too, were silent, as they looked at him. "Eh, Fomka!" began Mayakin. "Again you disgrace my old age."

And men, like cockroaches, are altogether superfluous on earth. Everything is for them, and they what are they for? Aha! Wherein is their justification? Ha, ha, ha!" Foma was triumphant. It seemed to him that he had found something good for himself, something severe against men. And feeling that, because of this, there was great joy in him, he laughed loudly.