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I used to be the youngest literary man, but you have appeared on the scene and I became more dignified at once, and no one calls me the youngest now. YALTA, February 15, 1900. "Foma Gordeyev" and in a superb binding too is a precious and touching present; I thank you from the bottom of my heart. A thousand thanks! I have read "Foma" only in bits, now I shall read it properly.
It is like a cup." "And are there cities there too?" "Again cities. Of course! Only that land is not ours, it belongs to Persia. Did you see the Persians selling pistachio-nuts and apricots in the market?" "Yes, I saw them," replied Foma, and became pensive. One day he asked his father: "Is there much more land left?" "The earth is very big, my dear!
Foma, seated at the end of the table among some timid and modest men who were unfamiliar to him, now and again felt on himself the sharp glances of the old man. "He's afraid I'll make a scandal," thought Foma. "Brethren!" roared the monstrously stout ship builder Yashchurov, in a hoarse voice, "I can't do without herring! I must necessarily begin with herring, that's my nature."
"And supposing it is he, what of it?" inquired Yakov Tarasovich in a business-like tone. "Nothing, I don't know him," replied Lubov, indefinitely. "We'll make you acquainted. It's time, Lubov, it's time. Our hopes for Foma are poor, although I do not give him up." "I did not reckon on Foma what is he to me?" "That's wrong. If you had been cleverer perhaps he wouldn't have gone astray!
"I can't understand this," said Foma, nodding his head. "Who cares there for my happiness? And then again, what happiness can they give me, since I, myself, do not know as yet what I want? No, you should have rather looked at those that were at the banquet." "Those are not men!" announced Luba, categorically.
He was answered by the loud, senseless laughter of the drunken crowd, and by the shrill, repulsive shout of the swarthy little man: "True! we are all without helm and sails. Where is the captain? What? Ha, ha, ha!" Foma awakened from this nightmare in a small room with two windows, and the first thing his eyes fell upon was a withered tree.
She began to shiver, and the shudder of her body, felt by Foma, made him hasten his pace. Sobs and cries for help followed them from the river. There, on the placid water, floated in the twilight a small island, withdrawing from the shore toward the stream of the main current of the river, and on that little island dark human figures were running about. Night was closing down upon them.
They busied themselves on a narrow strip of ground, paved with stone, built up on one side with tall houses, and the other side cut off by a steep ravine at the river, and their seething bustle made upon Foma an impression as though they had all prepared themselves to flee from this toil amid filth and narrowness and tumult prepared themselves to flee and were now hastening to complete the sooner the unfinished work which would not release them.
Wherefore did God create man? That man should pray to Him. He was alone and He felt lonesome, so He began to desire power, and as man was created in the image of the Lord, man also desires power. And what, save money, can give power? That's the way. Well, and you have you brought me money?" "No," answered Foma.
Rank us among the builders of this same life! And as soon as they do this we, too, will have to clear life at one sweep of all sorts of filth and chaff. Then the Emperor will see with his clear eyes who are really his faithful servants, and how much wisdom they have saved up while their hands were idle. Do you understand?" "Of course, I do!" exclaimed Foma.
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