Well, how much did the other one get ?" "I know," replied Foma, in a whisper, feeling confused and examining the face of Smolin, who was sedately returning to his seat.

He didn't like that round, freckled face, with the blue eyes, which were loaded with fat.

And Yozhov pinched his leg and asked: "Whose son are you?
The Frantic's ?" "Yes." "So.

Do you wish me to prompt you always ?" "Yes." "And what will you give me for it ?" Foma thought awhile and asked: "And do you know it all yourself ?" "I?
I am the best pupil.

You'll see for yourself." "Hey, there! Yozhov, you are talking again ?" cried the teacher, faintly.
Yozhov jumped to his feet and said boldly: "It's not I, Ivan Andreyich--it's Gordyeeff." "Both of them were whispering," announced Smolin, serenely.
Wrinkling his face mournfully and moving his big lip comically, the teacher reprimanded them all, but his words did not prevent Yozhov from whispering immediately: "Very well, Smolin! I'll remember you for telling." "Well, why do you blame it all on the new boy ?" asked Smolin, in a low voice, without even turning his head to them.
"All right, all right," hissed Yozhov.
Foma was silent, looking askance at his brisk neighbour, who at once pleased him and roused in him a desire to get as far as possible away from him.