Didn't Chumakov strike you ?" asked Ignat, pausing as he spoke.
"I would have struck him back," declared Foma, calmly.
"Mm," roared his father, significantly.
"I told him that he was afraid of you.

That is why he complained.
Otherwise he was not going to say anything to you about it." "Is that so ?" "'By God! Present my respects to your father,' he said." "Did he ?" "Yes." "Ah! the dog! See what kind of people there are; he is robbed and yet he makes a bow and presents his respects! Ha, ha! It is true it might have been worth no more than a kopeck, but a kopeck is to him what a rouble is to me.

And it isn't the kopeck, but since it is mine, no one dares touch it unless I throw it away myself.

Eh! The devil take them! Well, tell me--where have you been, what have you seen ?" The boy sat down beside his father and told him in detail all the impressions of that day.

Ignat listened, fixedly watching the animated face of his son, and the eyebrows of the big man contracted pensively.
"You are still but floating on the surface, dear.