“‘Good-day, daddy Aukoudim Trophimtych!’
“‘Good-day,’ he’d return.
“‘How are you getting along;’ he never looked down on any one.
“‘God keep you, Aukoudim Trophimtych!’
“‘How goes business with you?’
“‘Business is as good as tallow’s white with me; and how’s yours, daddy?’
“‘We’ve just got enough of a livelihood to pay the price of sin; always sweating over our bit of land.’
“‘Lord preserve you, Aukoudim Trophimtych!’
“He never looked down on anybody. All his advice was always worth having; every one of his words was worth a rouble. A great reader he was, quite a man of learning; but he stuck to religious books. He would call his old wife and say to her, ‘Listen, woman, take well in what I say;’ then he would explain things. His old Marie Stépanovna was not exactly an old woman, if you please; it was his second wife; he had married her to have children, his first wife had not brought him any. He had two boys still quite young, for the second of them was born when his father was close on sixty; Akoulka, his daughter, was eighteen years old, she was the eldest.”
“Your wife? Isn’t it so?”