My daughter, to whom, then, shall I leave my labour before my death?
If I had but a son-in-law.

I thought Foma would become a man and would be sharpened up, then I would give you unto him, and with you all I have--there! But Foma is good for nothing, and I see no one else in his stead.

What sort of people we have now! In former days the people were as of iron, while now they are of india-rubber.

They are all bending now.

And nothing--they have no firmness in them.