He has an aim in view, the bald-headed fellow.

Can you tell me what it is ?" Foma thought awhile and said: "I don't know." "Eh, you're stupid.

He wants to tell our fortunes." "How is that ?" "Come now, guess!" Foma looked at his father and--guessed it.

His face became gloomy, he slightly raised himself from the armchair and said resolutely: "No, I don't want to.

I shall not marry her!" "Oh?
Why so?
She is a strong girl; she is not foolish; she's his only child." "And Taras?
The lost one?
But I--I don't want to at all!" "The lost one is gone, consequently it is not worthwhile speaking of him.