This one now--do you hear?
the bass--this is from the Nikola Church.

It was presented by Peter Mitrich Vyagin--and this, the hoarse one--this is at the church of Praskeva Pyatnitza." The singing waves of the bell-tones agitated the air, which was filled with them, and they died away in the clear blue of the sky.

Foma stared thoughtfully at his father's face and saw that the alarm was disappearing from his eyes, and that they were now brighter.
But suddenly the old man's face turned very red, his eyes distended and rolled out of their orbits, his mouth opened with fright, and from it issued a strange, hissing sound: "F-F-A-A-ch." Immediately after this Ignat's head fell back on his shoulder, and his heavy body slowly slipped down from the chair to the ground as if the earth had dragged him imperiously unto itself.

Foma was motionless and silent for awhile, then he rushed up to Ignat, lifted his head from the ground and looked into his face.

The face was dark, motionless, and the wide-open eyes expressed nothing--neither pain, nor fear, nor joy.
Foma looked around him.