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ment, searching with their eyes the man who had abused them. At this moment nothing was heard save the deep sighs of the engines and the clanking of the rudder chains. "Who's snarling there?" asked Kononov with a frown. "We can't get along without scandals!" said Reznikov, with a contrite sigh. "Who was swearing here at random?" The faces of the merchants mirrored alarm, curiosity, astonishment, reproach, and all the people began to bustle about stupidly. Only Yakov Tarasovich alone was calm and seemed even satisfied with what had occurred. Rising on tiptoe, with his neck outstretched, he stared somewhere toward the end of the table, and his eyes flashed strangely, as though he saw there something which was pleasing to him. "Gordyeeff," said Yona Yushkov, softly. And all heads were turned toward the direction in which Yakov Tarasovich was staring. There, with his hands resting on the table, stood Foma. His face distorted with wrath, his teeth firmly set together, he silently surveyed the merchants with his burning, wide-open eyes. His lower jaw was trembling, his shoulders were quivering, and the fingers of his hands, firmly clutching the edge of the table, were nervously scratching the tablecloth. At the sight of his wolf-like, angry face and his wrathful pose, the merchants again became silent for a moment. "What are you gaping at?" asked Foma, and again accompanied his question with a violent oath. "He's drunk!" said Bobrov, with a shake of the head. "And why was he invited?" whispered Reznikov, softly. "Foma Ignatyevich!" said Kononov, sedately, "you mustn't create any scandals. If your head is reeling--go, my dear boy, quietly and peacefully into the cabin and lie down! Lie down, and--" "Silence, you!" roared Foma, and turned his eye at him. "Do not dare to speak to me! I am not drunk. I am soberer than any one of you here! Do you understand?" "But wait awhile, my boy. Who invited you here?" asked Kononov, reddening with offence. "I brought him!" rang out Mayakin's voice. "Ah! Well, then, of course. Excuse me, Foma Ignatyevich. But as you brought him, Yakov, you ought to subdue him. Otherwise it's no good." Foma maintained silence and smiled. And the merchants, too, were silent, as they looked at him. "Eh, Fomka!" began Mayakin. "Again you disgrace my old age." "Godfather!" said Foma, showing his teeth, "I have not done anything as yet, so it is rather early to read me a lec
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