I have more money than Fedor." "Have you much money ?" "Well, some people have still more." "How many barrels do you have ?" "Of what ?" "Of money, I mean." "Fool! Is money counted by the barrel ?" "How else ?" exclaimed Foma, enthusiastically, and, turning his face toward his father, began to tell him quickly: "Maksimka, the robber, came once to a certain town and filled up twelve barrels with money belonging to some rich man there.

And he took different silverware and robbed a church.

And cut up a man with his sword and threw him down the steeple because he tried to sound an alarm." "Did your aunt tell you that ?" asked Ignat admiring his son's enthusiasm.
"Yes! Why ?" "Nothing!" said Ignat, laughing.

"So you thought your father was a robber." "And perhaps you were a robber long ago ?" Foma again returned to his theme, and it was evident on his face that he would be very glad to hear an affirmative answer.
"I was never a robber.

Let that end it." "Never ?" "I tell you I was not! What a queer little boy you are! Is it good to be a robber?
They are all sinners, the robbers.