See, your father does not know that you have arrived.

Is he home yet, I wonder ?" He was at home: his loud, somewhat hoarse laughter was heard from the open windows of the rooms.

The noise of the carriage, which stopped at the house, caused Ignat to look out of the window, and at the sight of his son he cried out with joy: "Ah! You've come." After a while he pressed Foma to his breast with one hand, and, pressing the palm of his other hand against his son's forehead, thus bending his head back, he looked into his face with beaming eyes and spoke contentedly: "You are sunburnt.

You've grown strong.

You're a fine fellow! Madame! How's my son?
Isn't he fine ?" "Not bad looking," a gentle, silver voice was heard.