Or suddenly his heart began to tremble with the desire
to express his gratitude to God, to bow before Him; the words of the
prayer flashed through his memory, and beholding the sky, he whispered
them for a long time, one by one, and his heart grew lighter,
breathing
into prayer the excess of his power.
The father patiently and carefully introduced him into commercial
circles, took him on the Exchange, told him about his contracts and
enterprises, about his co-associates, described to him how they had
made their way, what fortunes they now possessed, what natures were
theirs. Foma soon mastered it, regarding everything seriously and
thoughtfully.
"Our bud is blooming into a blood-red cup-rose!" Mayakin smiled,
winking to Ignat.
And yet, even when Foma was nineteen years old, there was something
childish in him, something naive which distinguished him from the boys
of his age. They were laughing at him, considering him stupid; he kept
away from them, offended by their relations toward him. As for his
father
and Mayakin, who were watching him vigilantly, this uncertainty of
Foma's
character inspired them with serious apprehensions.
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