We'll entertain the prodigal son.

You must have forgotten, my little old man, what sort of a man your father is ?" Taras Mayakin scrutinized his parent with a meditative look of his large eyes and he smiled, speechless, clad in black, wherefore the gray hair on his head and in his beard told more strikingly.
"Well, be seated.

Tell me--how have you lived, what have you done?
What are you looking at?
Ah! That's my godson.

Ignat Gordyeeff's son, Foma.
Do you remember Ignat ?" "I remember everything," said Taras.
"Oh! That's good, if you are not bragging.

Well, are you married ?" "I am a widower." "Have you any children ?" "They died.