you will consider yourself master。〃
〃But nobody does this。〃
〃Because fools have no money。 Money is invested in business。 Business gives bread to the masses。 And you are master over all those masses。 Wherefore did God create man？ That man should pray to Him。 He was alone and He felt lonesome； so He began to desire power； and as man was created in the image of the Lord； man also desires power。 And what； save money； can give power？ That's the way。 Well； and youhave you brought me money？〃
〃No；〃 answered Foma。 From the words of the old man Foma's head was heavy and troubled； and he was glad that the conversation had； at last； turned to business matters。
〃That isn't right；〃 said Shchurov； sternly knitting his brow。 〃It is overdueyou must pay。
〃You'll get a half of it tomorrow。〃
〃Why a half？ Why not all？〃
〃We are badly in need of money now。〃
〃And haven't you any？ But I also need it。〃
〃Wait a little。〃
〃Eh； my lad； I will not wait！ You are not your father。 Youngsters like you； milksops； are an unreliable lot。 In a month you may break up the whole business。 And I would be the loser for it。 You give me all the money tomorrow； or I'll protest the notes。 It wouldn't take me long to do it！〃
Foma looked at Shchurov； with astonishment。 It was not at all that same old man； who but a moment ago spoke so sagaciously about the devil。 Then his face and his eyes seemed different； and now he looked fierce； his lips smiled pitilessly； and the veins on his cheeks； near his nostrils； were eagerly trembling。 Foma saw that if he did not pay him at once； Shchurov would indeed not spare him and would dishonour the firm by protesting the notes。
〃Evidently business is poor？〃 grinned Shchurov。 〃Well； tell the truthwhere have you squandered your father's money？〃
Foma wanted to test the old man：
〃Business is none too brisk；〃 said he； with a frown。 〃We have no contracts。 We have received no earnest money； and so it is rather hard。〃
〃So…o！ Shall I help you out？〃
〃Be so kind。 Postpone the day of payment；〃 begged Foma； modestly lowering his eyes。
〃Mm。 Shall I assist you out of my friendship for your father？ Well； be it so； I'll do it。〃
〃And for how long will you postpone it？〃 inquired Foma。
〃For six months。〃
〃I thank you humbly。〃
〃Don't mention it。 You owe me eleven thousand six hundred roubles。 Now listen： rewrite the notes for the amount of fifteen thousand； pay me the interest on this sum in advance。 And as security I'll take a mortgage on your two barges。〃
Foma rose from the chair and said； with a smile：
〃Send me the notes tomorrow。 I'll pay you in full。〃
Shchurov also rose from his chair and； without lowering his eyes at Foma's sarcastic look； said； calmly scratching his chest：
〃That's all right。〃
〃Thank you for your kindness。〃
〃That's nothing！ You don't give me a chance； or I would have shown you my kindness！〃 said the old man lazily； showing his teeth。
〃Yes！ If one should fall into your hands〃
〃He'd find it warm〃
〃I am sure you'd make it warm for him。〃
〃Well； my lad； that will do！〃 said Shchurov； sternly。 〃Though you consider yourself quite clever； it is rather too soon。 You've gained nothing； and already you began to boast！ But you just win from methen you may shout for joy。 Goodbye。 Have all the money for tomorrow。〃
〃Don't let that trouble you。 Goodbye！〃
〃God be with you！〃
When Foma came out of the room he heard that the old man gave a slow； loud yawn； and then began to hum in a rather hoarse bass：
〃Open for us the doors of mercy。 Oh blessed Virgin Mary！〃
Foma carried away with him from the old man a double feeling。 Shchurov pleased him and at the same time was repulsive to him。
He recalled the old man's words about sin； thought of the power of his faith in the mercy of the Lord； and the old man aroused in Foma a feeling akin to respect。
〃He； too； speaks of life； he knows his sins； but does not weep over them； does not complain of them。 He has sinnedand he is willing to stand the consequences。 Yes。 And she？〃 He recalled Medinskaya； and his heart contracted with pain。
〃And she is repenting。 It is hard to tell whether she does it purposely； in order to hide from justice； or whether her heart is really aching。 'Who； but the Lord；' says he； 'is to judge me？' That's how it is。〃
It seemed to Foma that he envied Anany； and the youth hastened to recall Shchurov's attempts to swindle him。 This called forth in him an aversion for the old man He could not reconcile his feelings and； perplexed； he smiled。
〃Well； I have just been at Shchurov's；〃 he said； coming to Mayakin and seating himself by the table。
Mayakin； in a greasy morning…gown； a counting…board in his hand； began to move about in his leather…covered arm…chair impatiently； and said with animation：
〃Pour out some tea for him； Lubava！ Tell me； Foma； I must be in the City Council at nine o'clock； tell me all about it； make haste！〃
Smiling； Foma related to him how Shchurov suggested to rewrite the notes。
〃Eh！〃 exclaimed Yakov Tarasovich regretfully； with a shake of the head。 〃You've spoilt the whole mass for me； dear！ How could you be so straightforward in your dealings with the man？ Psha！ The devil drove me to send you there！ I should have gone myself。 I would have turned him around my finger！〃
〃Hardly！ He says； 'I am an oak。'〃
〃An oak？ And I am a saw。 An oak！ An oak is a good tree； but its fruits are good for swine only。 So it comes out that an oak is simply a blockhead。〃
〃But it's all the same； we have to pay； anyway。〃
〃Clever people are in no hurry about this； while you are ready to run as fast as you can to pay the money。 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。 Both in the galleys and in hell they have long been weeping and longing for him； waiting for him impatiently。〃
〃He speaks with weight；〃 said Foma； thoughtfully； stirring his tea。
〃Did he abuse me？〃 inquired Mayakin； with a malicious grimace。
〃Somewhat。〃
〃And what did you do？〃
〃I listened。〃
〃Mm！ And what did you hear？〃
〃'The strong；' he says； ' will be forgiven； but there is no forgiveness for the weak。'〃
〃Just think of it！ What wisdom！ Even the fleas know that。〃
For some reason or another； the contempt with which Mayakin regarded Shchurov； irritated Foma； and； looking into the old man's face； he said with a grin：
〃But he doesn't like you。〃
〃Nobody likes me； my dear；〃 said Mayakin； proudly。 〃There is no reason why they should like me。 I am no girl。 But they respect me。 And they respect only those they fear。〃 And the old man winked at his godson boastfully。
〃He speaks with weight；〃 repeated Foma。 〃He is complaining。 'The real merchant；' says he； 'is passing away。 All people are taught the same thing；' he says： 'so that all may be equal； looking alike。〃'
〃Does he consider it wrong？〃
〃Evidently so。〃
〃Fo…o…o…l！〃 Mayakin drawled out； with contempt。
〃Why？ Is it good？〃 asked Foma； looking at his godfather suspiciously。
〃We do not know what is good； but we can see what is wise。 When we see that all sorts of people are driven together in one place and are all inspired there with one and the same ideathen must we acknowledge that it is wise。 Becausewhat is a man in the empire？ Nothing more than a simple brick； and all bricks must be of the same size。 Do you understand？ And those people that are of equal height and weightI can place in any position I like。〃
〃And whom does it please to be a brick？〃 said Foma； morosely。
〃It is not a question of pleasing； it is a matter of fact。 If you are made of hard material； they cannot plane you。 It is not everybody's phiz that you can rub off。 But some people； when beaten with a hammer； turn into gold。 And if the head happens to crack what can you do？It merely shows it was weak。〃
〃He also spoke about toil。 'Everything；' he says； 'is done by machinery； and thus are men spoiled。〃'
〃He is out of his wits！〃 Mayakin waved his hand disdainfully。 〃I am surprised； what an appetite you have for all sorts of nonsense！ What does it come from？〃
〃Isn't that true； either？〃 asked Foma； breaking into stern laughter。
〃What true thing can he know？ A machine！ The old blockhead should have thought'what is the machine made of？' Of iron！ Consequently； it need not be pitied； it is wound upand it forges roubles for you。 Without any words； without trouble； you set it into motion and it revolves。 While a man； he is uneasy and wretched； he is often very wretched。 He wails； grieves； weeps； begs。 Sometimes he gets drunk。 Ah； how much there is in him that is superfluous to me！ While a machine is like an arshin （yardstick）； it contains exactly so much as the work required。 Well； I am going to dress。 It is time。〃
He rose and went away； loudly scraping with his slippers along the floor。 Foma glanced after him and said softly； with a frown：
〃The devil himself could not see through all this。 One says this； the other； that。〃
〃It is precisely the same with books；〃 said Lubov in a low voice。
Foma looked at her； smiling good…naturedly。 And she answered him with a vague smile。
Her eyes looked fatigued and sad。
〃You still keep on reading？〃 asked Foma。
〃Yes；〃 the girl answered sadly。
〃And are you still lonesome？〃
〃I feel disgusted； because I am alone。 There's no one here to say a word to。〃
〃That's bad。〃
She said nothing to this； but； lowering her head； she slowly began to finger the fringes of the towel。
〃You ought to get married；〃 said Foma； feeling that he pitied her。
〃Leave me alone； please；〃 answered Lubov； wrinkling her forehead。
〃Why leave you alone？ You will get married； I am sure。〃
〃There！〃 exclaimed the girl softly； with a sigh。 〃That's just what I am thinking ofit