Eh, eh!" He made tea, seated himself opposite Foma and went on again: "Your father at your age was a water-pumper and stayed with the fleet near our village.

At your age Ignat was as clear to me as glass.

At a single glance you could tell what sort of a man he was.

While you--here I am looking at you, but cannot see what you are.

Who are you?
You don't know it yourself, my lad, and that's why you'll suffer.