It is worthwhile listening to him, for he can see the wrong side of each and every worldly affair.

He is our aristocrat--descending from Mother Yekaterina--ha, ha! He understands a great deal about himself.

And as his stem was cut off by Taras, he decided to put you in Taras's place, do you see ?" "No, I'd rather select my place myself," said Foma, stubbornly.
"You are foolish as yet." Ignat smiled in reply to his son's words.
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Aunt Anfisa.
"Foma! You've come," she cried out, somewhere behind the doors.

Foma rose and went to meet her, with a gentle smile.
Again his life streamed on slowly, calmly, monotonously.

Again the Exchange and his father's instructions.