Your father was a great
man, but he did not look far before him and he could not take my
advice. He gained success in life not with his mind, but more
with his head. Oh, what will become of you? You had better move
into my house, for you will feel lonesome in yours."
"Aunt is there."
"Aunt? She is sick. She will not live long."
"Do not speak of it," begged Foma in a low voice.
"And I will speak of it. You need not fear death--you are not an old
woman on the oven. Live fearlessly and do what you were appointed to
do. Man is appointed for the organisation of life on earth. Man is
capital--like a rouble, he is made up of trashy copper groshes and
copecks. From the dust of the earth, as it is said; and even as he
has intercourse with the world, he absorbs grease and oil, sweat and
tears--a soul and a mind form themselves in him. And from this he
starts to grow upward and downward. Now, you see his price is a
grosh, now a fifteen copeck silver piece, now a hundred roubles, and
sometimes he is above any price. He is put into circulation and he
must bring interests to life.
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