Do you see ?" Yefim was dumfounded.

He looked at his master and comically winked his eyes, finding no reply to his words.
"Do you understand, I say ?" "Yes.

I understand!" drawled Yefim.

"But what is all this noise about?
On account of--" "Silence!" Foma's eyes, which flashed wildly, and his face distorted with wrath, suggested to the captain the happy thought to leave his master as soon as possible and, turning around quickly, he walked off.
"Pshaw! How terrible! As it seems the apple did not fall too far from the tree," he muttered sneeringly, walking on the deck.

He was angry at Foma, and considered himself offended for nothing, but at the same time he began to feel over himself the real, firm hand of a master.