"You are now the commander-in-chief in the war and you must command your soldiers bravely.

Your soldiers are the roubles, and you have a great army of these.

Make war incessantly!" Surprised at the quickness of his transformation, Foma listened to his words and for some reason or other they reminded him of those clods of earth, which the people threw into Ignat's grave upon his coffin.
"On whom am I to make war ?" said Foma with a sigh.
"I'll teach you that! Did your father tell you that I was a clever old man and that you should mind me ?" "He did." "Then do mind me! If my mind should be added to your youthful strength, a good victory might be won.

Your father was a great man, but he did not look far before him and he could not take my advice.

He gained success in life not with his mind, but more with his head.