"Wait a moment!" he cried, clinching his fists.
"Wait yourself!"
"Leave me alone, I tell you."
"Ah! that's the way you speak to your father? ... your father?... your father?..."
They were close together, and their legs were entangled in the empty bags, the log, and the overturned barrel Protecting himself as best he could against his father's blows, Jakoff, pale and sweating, his face darkened, his teeth set firm, his eyes flashing like a wolfs, retired slowly, whilst his father pressed forward towards him, gesticulating ferociously, blind with rage, wildly distorted; in his anger his hair stood up like that of a wild boar.
"Stop now ... That's enough ... leave off," cried Jakoff, cold and terrible, as he emerged from the hut.
His father yelled and came on again, but his blows only met Jakoff's fists.
"Take that, and that!"
Jakoff, who knew himself now to be the stronger and the more agile, led his father on.
"Just wait a moment!"