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Updated: May 29, 2025
"And so, my future leading manufacturer," said Mayakin, as though nothing had happened, "three hundred thousand roubles, and your business will flash up like a fire?" "And within a year and a half I shall send out the first lot of goods, which will be eagerly sought for," said Smolin, simply, with unshakable confidence, and he eyed the old man with a cold and firm look.
Do you like cake with green onions? Oh, how I like it! So that in six hours forty-eight bucketfuls leaked out of the first gauge-cock. And altogether the tub contained ninety. Do you understand the rest?" Foma liked Yozhov better than Smolin, but he was more friendly with Smolin. He wondered at the ability and the sprightliness of the little fellow.
He saw that Yozhov was more clever and better than himself; he envied him, and felt offended on that account, and at the same time he pitied him with the condescending compassion of a satisfied man for a hungry one. Perhaps it was this very compassion that prevented him from preferring this bright boy to the boring red-headed Smolin.
"So be it; the firm of Smolin and Mayakin, and that's all? So. Only it seems rather late for me to start a new business, doesn't it? I presume the grave has long been prepared for me; what do you think of it?" Instead of an answer Smolin burst into a rich, but indifferent and cold laughter, and then said: "Oh, don't say that."
Smolin listened to the old man's words with a covetous smile on his lips, and cast at Lubov glances which seemed to invite her to refute her father. Somewhat embarrassed, she said: "And yet, papa, the majority of the merchant class is uneducated and savage." "Yes," remarked Smolin with regret, nodding his head affirmatively, "that is the sad truth." "Take Foma, for instance," went on the girl.
The danger of being caught in the act did not frighten him; it rather encouraged him his eyes would turn darker, his teeth would clench, and his face would assume an expression of anger and pride. Smolin, distorting his big mouth contemptibly, would say to him: "You are making entirely too much fuss about yourself." "I am not a coward anyway!" replied Foma.
A plump boy came up to them, and Yozhov accosted him, shaking his head reproachfully: "Eh, you red-headed slanderer! It isn't worth while to be friends with you, blockhead!" "Why do you abuse me?" asked Smolin, calmly, examining Foma fixedly. "I am not abusing you; I am telling the truth," Yozhov explained, straightening himself with animation. "Listen! Although you are a kissel, but let it go!
Having carefully wiped his fingers, which had been soiled with chalk, Smolin put the rag away, and, without looking at Foma, finished the problem and again began to wipe his hands, while Yozhov, smiling and skipping along as he walked, returned to his seat. "Eh, you!" he whispered, seating himself beside Foma, incidentally striking his side with his fist. "Why don't you know it?
But that other one you know, Foma, you had better invite them to our house on Sunday. I'll buy some presents and you can treat them. We'll see what sort of boys they are." "Smolin asked me to come to him this Sunday," said Foma, looking up at his father questioningly. "So. Well, you may go! That's all right, go. Observe what kind of people there are in the world.
Yozhov imitated Foma's slow way of speaking. "How many pigeons do you have?" "I have none." "Eh, you! Rich, and yet you have no pigeons. Even I have three. If my father had been rich I would have had a hundred pigeons and chased them all day long. Smolin has pigeons, too, fine ones! Fourteen. He made me a present of one. Only, he is greedy. All the rich are greedy. And you, are you greedy, too?"
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