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He shuddered and said confusedly: "Gordyeeff." "Ignat Gordyeeff's?" "Yes." Now the second captain was taken aback. He straightened himself, expanded his chest and for some reason or other cleared his throat impressively. Then his shoulders sank and he said to the boy in a fatherly tone: "It's a shame! The son of such a well-known and respected man! It is unbecoming your position. You may go.
Lightfoot's recent investigations, in view of which the two sentences that follow should perhaps be cancelled; see Cont. Lightfoot in the Contemporary Review for August and October: neither do Dr. Lightfoot's arguments seem very much to affect them. The method of the one is chiefly external, that of the other almost entirely internal. Ev. p. 193. App. 219, 354, 355; Ignat. Epp. 104, 112; Clem.
But now, at the sight of Ignat, the boy ran to meet him, grasped him by the hand, laughed, stared into his eyes and felt weary if he did not see him for two or three hours: His father became interesting to him, and, rousing his curiosity, he fairly developed love and respect for himself. Every time that they were together Foma begged his father: "Papa, tell me about yourself."
Spring came, and, fulfilling his promise, Ignat took his son along on one of his steamers, and here a new life, abounding in impressions, was opened before Foma's eyes.
Among merchants he enjoyed the respect and reputation of a "brainy" man, and he was very fond of boasting of the antiquity of his race, saying in a hoarse voice: "We, the Mayakins, were merchants during the reign of 'Mother' Catherine, consequently I am a pure-blooded man." In this family Ignat Gordyeeff's son lived for six years.
The old man's voice was interrupted now and then, his thin face was stern and from his clothes came the odour of rock-rose. "Guard the infant born of her, guard him from all possible temptation, from all possible cruelty, from all possible storms, from evil spirits, night and day." Ignat listened to the prayer, and wept silently. His big, hot tears fell on the bare hand of his wife.
"Be seated," said Ignat. "We ought to send for a doctor." Foma advised him irresolutely, seating himself opposite him. "It isn't necessary. It's a little better now in the open air. And now I'll sip some tea and perhaps that will do me more good," said Ignat, pouring out tea into the glasses, and Foma noticed that the teapot was trembling in his father's hand. "Drink."
Ivanov the forester came out on to the door-step which had already dried, and lighted a cigarette; it burned but slowly in the moist atmosphere of the deepening twilight. "It will be hot, Mitrich, thank God!" remarked the watchman, Ignat, as he passed by with some buckets.... "Snipe will be about to-morrow, and we will have to hunt right into Easter."
A little later he went back to the hut. "What was it?" a pilgrim, who was staying the night at the hut and had been awakened by the noise, asked in a husky voice. "It's all right," answered Ignat. "Nothing of consequence. Our Whitebrow has taken to sleeping with the sheep in the warm. Only he hasn't the sense to go in at the door, but always tries to wriggle in by the roof.
"Foma! You've come," she cried out, somewhere behind the doors. Foma rose and went to meet her, with a gentle smile. Again his life streamed on slowly, calmly, monotonously. Again the Exchange and his father's instructions. Retaining a kindly sarcastic and encouraging tone in his relation toward his son, Ignat began to treat him more strictly.
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