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Have you seen the
'Yermak'? Well, that is my steamer. And yours, too."
"It is a very big one," said Foma with a sigh.
"Well, I'll buy you a small one while you are small yourself.
Shall I?"
"Very well," Foma assented, but after a thoughtful silence he
again drawled out regretfully: "But I thought you were a robber
or a giant."
"I tell you I am a merchant!" repeated Ignat, insinuatingly, and
there was something discontented and almost timorous in his
glance at the disenchanted face of his son.
"Like Grandpa Fedor, the Kalatch baker?" asked Foma, having
thought awhile.
"Well, yes, like him. Only I am richer than he. I have more money
than Fedor."
"Have you much money?"
Well, some people have still more."
"How many barrels do you have?"
"Of what?"
"Of money, I mean."
"Fool! Is money counted by the barrel?"
"How else?" exclaimed Foma, enthusiastically, and, turning his
face toward his father, began to tell him quickly: "Maksimka, the
robber, came once to a certain town and filled up twelve barrels
with money belonging to some rich man there.


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