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Ignat, his father, and Mayakin, the godfather, and all the horde of successful merchants singing the paean of the strong and the praises of merciless, remorseless laissez faire, cannot entice him. Why? he demands. This is a nightmare, this life! It is without significance! What does it all mean? What is there underneath? What is the meaning of that which is underneath?
A Mayakin means a man who holds his fate in his own hands. Do you understand? Take a lesson from him! Look at him! You cannot find another like him in a hundred; you'd have to look for one in a thousand. What? Just bear this in mind: You cannot forge a Mayakin from man into either devil or angel."
She wanted to say that Foma's desire was good, that it was a noble desire if it were earnest, but she feared to irritate her father with her words, and she only gazed at him questioningly. "What is it?" said Mayakin, excitedly, trembling. "That either comes to him from excessive drinking, or else Heaven forbid from his mother, the orthodox spirit.
And I will tell you that the perch has a weak soul since his fins do not stand on end." The old man's mocking words offended and angered Foma. He turned aside and said: "You can never speak without these subterfuges." "I cannot!" exclaimed Mayakin, and his eyes began to sparkle with alarm. "Each man uses the very same tongue he has. Do I seem to be stern? Do I?" Foma was silent. "Eh, you.
Ignat would approvingly say when informed of his son's progress. "We'll go to Astrakhan for fish in the spring, and toward autumn I'll send you to school!" The boy's life rolled onward, like a ball downhill. Being his teacher, his aunt was his playmate as well. Luba Mayakin used to come, and when with them, the old woman readily became one of them.
Many play like that." "How?" "I mean as you do boldly, but foolishly." "I play so that either the head is smashed to pieces, or the wall broken in half," said Foma, hotly, and struck the table with his fist. "Haven't you recovered from your drunkenness yet?" asked Mayakin with a smile.
He frowned and in an angry manner ordered his daughter, who was silently pouring out tea: "Push the sugar nearer to me. Don't you see that I can't reach it?" Lubov's face was pale, her eyes seemed troubled, and her hands moved lazily and awkwardly. Foma looked at her and thought: "How meek she is in the presence of her father." "What did he speak to you about?" asked Mayakin. "About sins."
He looked so pitiful and so unlike himself, that Foma stopped short, pressed him close to his body with the tenderness of a strong man and cried with alarm: "Don't cry, father darling! Don't cry." "There you have it!" said Mayakin, faintly, and, heaving a deep sigh, he suddenly turned again into a firm and clever old man.
What are you talking about? Well, I'll tell this to Ignat." And Mayakin filled the air with a jarring, hasty laughter, at which his goat-like beard began to tremble in an uncomely manner.
Guess what he thinks even in his dreams, and then go ahead!" According to his wont, Mayakin was carried away by the exposition of his practical philosophy, but he realised in time that a conquered man is not to be taught how to fight, and he stopped short. Foma cast at him a dull glance, and shook his head strangely. "Lamb!" said Mayakin. "Leave me alone!" entreated Foma, plaintively.
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