Smolin." "Ah! Evidently Mitry Ivanovitch's son.

Stick to him, he's good company.
Mitry is a clever peasant.

If the son takes after his father it is all right.

But that other one--you know, Foma, you had better invite them to our house on Sunday.

I'll buy some presents and you can treat them.
We'll see what sort of boys they are." "Smolin asked me to come to him this Sunday," said Foma, looking up at his father questioningly.
"So.