Is this the way how to live? What am I? I am a hanger-on in my father's house. They keep me here as a housekeeper. Then they'll marry me! Again housekeeping. It's a swamp. I am drowning, suffocating.""And what have I to do with it?" asked Foma.
"You are no better than the others."
"And therefore I am guilty before you?"
"Yes, guilty! You must desire to be better."
"But do I not wish it?" exclaimed Foma.
The girl was about to tell him something, but at this time the bell began to ring somewhere, and she said in a low voice, leaning back in her chair:
"It's father."
"I would not feel sorry if he stayed away a little longer," said Foma.
"I wish I could listen to you some more. You speak so very oddly.""Ah! my children, my doves! " exclaimed Yakov Tarasovich, appearing in the doorway. "You're drinking tea? Pour out some tea for me, Lugava!"Sweetly smiling, and rubbing his hands, he sat down near Foma and asked, playfully jostling him in the side:
"What have you been cooing about?"
"So--about different trifles," answered Luba.
"I haven't asked you, have I?" said her father to her, with a grimace.
"You just sit there, hold your tongue, and mind your woman's affairs.""I've been telling her about the dinner," Foma interrupted his godfather's words.
"Aha! So-o-o. Well, then, I'll also speak about the dinner. I have been watching you of late. You don't behave yourself sensibly!""What do you mean?" asked Foma, knitting his brow, ill pleased.
"I just mean that your behaviour is preposterous, and that's all.
When the governor, for instance, speaks to you, you keep quiet.""What should I tell him? He says that it is a misfortune to lose a father. Well, I know it. What could I tell him?""But as the Lord willed it so, I do not grumble, your Excellency.
That's what you should have said, or something in this spirit.
Governors, my dear, are very fond of meekness in a man.""Was I to look at him like a lamb?" said Foma, with a smile.
"You did look like a lamb, and that was unnecessary. You must look neither like a lamb, nor like a wolf, but just play off before him as though saying: 'You are our father, we are your children,' and he will immediately soften.""And what is this for?"
"For any event. A governor, my dear, can always be of use somewhere.""What do you teach him, papa?" said Luba, indignantly, in a low voice.
"Well, what?"
"To dance attendance."
"You lie, you learned fool! I teach him politics, not dancing attendance; I teach him the politics of life. You had better leave us alone! Depart from evil, and prepare some lunch for us. Go ahead!"Luba rose quickly and throwing the towel across the back of the chair, left the room. Mayakin, winking his eyes, looked after her, tapped the table with his fingers and said:
"I shall instruct you, Foma. I shall teach you the most genuine, true knowledge and philosophy, and if you understand them, your life will be faultless."Foma saw how the wrinkles on the old man's forehead were twitching, and they seemed to him like lines of Slavonic letters.
"First of all, Foma, since you live on this earth, it is your duty to think over everything that takes place about you. Why? That you may not suffer for your own senselessness, and may not harm others by your folly. Now, every act of man is double-faced, Foma. One is visible to all--this is the wrong side; the other is concealed--and that is the real one. It is that one that you must be able to find in order to understand the sense of the thing. Take for example the lodging-asylums, the work-houses, the poor-houses and other similar institutions. Just consider, what are they for?""What is there to consider here?" said Foma, wearily "Everybody knows what they are for--for the poor and feeble.""Eh, dear! Sometimes everybody knows that a certain man is a rascal and a scoundrel, and yet all call him Ivan or Peter, and instead of abusing him they respectfully add his father's name to his own.""What has this to do with it?"
"It's all to the point. So you say that these houses are for the poor, for beggars, consequently, in accordance with Christ's commandment. Very well! But who is the beggar? The beggar is a man, forced by fate to remind us of Christ; he is a brother of Christ; he is the bell of the Lord and he rings in life to rouse our conscience, to arouse the satiety of the flesh of man. He stands by the window and sings out: 'For the sake of Christ!' and by his singing he reminds us of Christ, of His holy commandment to help the neighbour. But men have so arranged their life that it is impossible for them to act according to the teachings of Christ, and Jesus Christ has become altogether unnecessary to us.
