What a merchant you are!" Yakov Tarasovich was positively dissatisfied with his godson.

He frowned and in an angry manner ordered his daughter, who was silently pouring out tea: "Push the sugar nearer to me.

Don't you see that I can't reach it ?" Lubov's face was pale, her eyes seemed troubled, and her hands moved lazily and awkwardly.

Foma looked at her and thought: "How meek she is in the presence of her father." "What did he speak to you about ?" asked Mayakin.
"About sins." "Well, of course! His own affair is dearest to each and every man.

And he is a manufacturer of sins.