XII.
Efím was away precisely a year. In the spring he returned home.
He reached his house in the evening. His son was not at home,—he was in the dram-shop. He returned intoxicated, and Efím began to ask him about the house. He saw by everything that the lad had got into bad ways without him. He had spent all the money, and the business he had neglected. His father scolded him, and he answered his father with rude words.
"You ought to have come back yourself," he said. "Instead, you went away and took all the money with you, and now you make me responsible."
The old man became angry and beat his son.
The next morning Efím Tarásych went to the elder to talk to him about his son. As he passed Eliséy's farm, Eliséy's wife was standing on the porch and greeting him:
"Welcome, friend!" she said. "Did you, dear man, have a successful journey?"
Efím Tarásych stopped.
"Thank God," he said, "I have been at Jerusalem, but I lost your husband on the way. I hear that he is back."
And the old woman started to talk to him, for she was fond of babbling.