he ikons； heaved a deep sigh and thought：
〃Is it possible that it's again a daughter？〃
At times he arose； stupidly stood in the middle of the room； and crossed himself in silence； bowing before the ikons； then he went back to the table； drank the vodka； which had not made him dizzy during these hours； dozed off； and thus passed the whole night and following morning until noon。
And then； at last； the midwife came down hastily； crying to him in a thin； joyous voice。
〃I congratulate you with a son； Ignat Matveyich！〃
〃You lie！〃 said he in a dull voice。 〃What's the matter with you； batushka！〃 Heaving a sigh with all the strength of his massive chest； Ignat went down on his knees； and clasping his hands firmly to his breast； muttered in a trembling voice：
〃Thank God！ Evidently Thou didst not want that my stem should be checked！ My sins before Thee shall not remain without repentance。 I thank Thee； Oh Lord。 Oh！〃 and； rising to his feet； he immediately began to command noisily：
〃Eh！ Let someone go to St。 Nicholas for a priest。 Tell him that Ignat Matveyich asked him to come！ Let him come to make a prayer for the woman。〃
The chambermaid appeared and said to him with alarm：
〃Ignat Matveyich； Natalya Fominichna is calling you。 She is feeling bad。〃
〃Why bad？ It'll pass！〃 he roared； his eyes flashing cheerfully。 〃Tell her I'll be there immediately！ Tell her she's a fine fellow！ I'll just get a present for her and I'll come！ Hold on！ Prepare something to eat for the priest。 Send somebody after Mayakin！〃
His enormous figure looked as though it had grown bigger； and intoxicated with joy； he stupidly tossed about the room； he was smiling； rubbing his hands and casting fervent glances at the images； he crossed himself swinging his hand wide。 At last he went up to his wife。
His eyes first of all caught a glimpse of the little red body； which the midwife was bathing in a tub。 Noticing him； Ignat stood up on tiptoes； and； folding his hands behind his back； walked up to him； stepping carefully and comically putting forth his lips。 The little one was whimpering and sprawling in the water； naked； impotent and pitiful。
〃Look out there！ Handle him more carefully！ He hasn't got any bones yet；〃 said Ignat to the midwife； softly。
She began to laugh； opening her toothless mouth； and cleverly throwing the child over from one hand to the other。
〃You better go to your wife。〃
He obediently moved toward the bed and asked on his way：
〃Well； how is it； Natalya？〃
Then； on reaching her； he drew back the bed curtain； which had thrown a shadow over the bed。
〃I'll not survive this；〃 said she in a low； hoarse voice。
Ignat was silent； fixedly staring at his wife's face； sunk in the white pillow； over which her dark locks were spread out like dead snakes。 Yellow； lifeless； with black circles around her large； wide…open eyesher face was strange to him。 And the glance of those terrible eyes； motionlessly fixed somewhere in the distance through the wallthat； too； was unfamiliar to Ignat。 His heart； compressed by a painful foreboding； slackened its joyous throbbing。
〃That's nothing。 That's nothing。 It's always like this；〃 said he softly； bending over his wife to give her a kiss。 But she moaned right into his face：
〃I'll not survive this。〃
Her lips were gray and cold； and when he touched them with his own he understood that death was already within her。
〃Oh； Lord！〃 he uttered； in an alarmed whisper； feeling that fright was choking his throat and suppressing his breath。
〃Natasha？ What will become of him？ He must be nursed！ What is the matter with you？〃
He almost began to cry at his wife。 The midwife was bustling about him； shaking the crying child in the air。 She spoke to him reassuringly； but he heard nothinghe could not turn his eyes away from the frightful face of his wife。 Her lips were moving； and he heard words spoken in a low voice； but could not understand them。 Sitting on the edge of the bed； he spoke in a dull and timid voice： 〃Just think of it！ He cannot do without you； he's an infant！ Gather strength！ Drive this thought away from you！ Drive it away。〃
He talked； yet he understood he was speaking useless words。 Tears welled up within him； and in his breast there came a feeling heavy as stone and cold as ice。
〃Forgive me。 Goodbye！ Take care。 Look out。 Don't drink；〃 whispered Natalya； soundlessly。
The priest came； and； covering her face with something； and sighing； began to read gentle； beseeching words：
〃0h God； Almighty Lord； who cureth every disease； cure also Thy servant Natalya； who has just given birth to a child； and restore her from the bed on which she now lies； for in the words of David； 'We indulge in lawlessness and are wicked in Thine eyes。〃'
The old man's voice was interrupted now and then； his thin face was stern and from his clothes came the odour of rock…rose。
〃Guard the infant born of her； guard him from all possible temptation； from all possible cruelty； from all possible storms； from evil spirits； night and day。〃
Ignat listened to the prayer； and wept silently。 His big； hot tears fell on the bare hand of his wife。 But the hand； evidently； did not feel that the tears were dropping upon it： it remained motionless； and the skin did not tremble from the fall of the tears。 After the prayer Natalya became unconscious and a day later she died； without saying another wordshe died just as quietly as she had lived。 Having arranged a pompous funeral； Ignat christened his son； named him Foma； and unwillingly gave his boy into the family of the godfather； his old friend Mayakin； whose wife； too； had given birth to a child not long before。 The death of his wife had sown many gray hairs in Ignat's dark beard； but in the stern glitter of his eyes appeared a new expression； gentle； clear and mild。
CHAPTER II
MAYAKIN lived in an enormous two…story house near a big palisade； where sturdy； old spreading linden trees were growing magnificently。 The rank branches covered the windows with a dense； dark embroidery； and the sun in broken rays peeped into the small rooms； which were closely crowded with miscellaneous furniture and big trunks； wherefore a stern and melancholy semi… darkness always reigned there supreme。 The family was devoutthe odour of wax； of rock…rose and of image…lamp oil filled the house； and penitent sighs and prayers soared about in the air。 Religious ceremonials were performed infallibly； with pleasure； absorbing all the free power of the souls of the dwellers of the house。 Feminine figures almost noiselessly moved about the rooms in the half…dark； stifling； heavy atmosphere。 They were dressed in black； wore soft slippers on their feet； and always had a penitent look on their faces。
The family of Yakov Tarazovich Mayakin consisted of himself； his wife； a daughter and five kinswomen； the youngest of whom was thirty…four years old。 These were alike devout and impersonal； and subordinate to Antonina Ivanovna； the mistress of the house。 She was a tall； thin woman； with a dark face and with stern gray eyes； which had an imperious and intelligent expression。 Mayakin also had a son Taras； but his name was never mentioned in the house； acquaintances knew that since the nineteen…year…old Taras had gone to study in Moscowhe married there three years later； against his father's willYakov disowned him。 Taras disappeared without leaving any trace。 It was rumoured that he had been sent to Siberia for something。
Yakov Mayakin was very queerly built。 Short； thin； lively； with a little red beard； sly greenish eyes； he looked as though he said to each and every one：
〃Never mind； sir； don't be uneasy。 Even though I know you for what you are； if you don't annoy me I will not give you away。〃
His beard resembled an egg in shape and was monstrously big。 His high forehead； covered with wrinkles； joined his bald crown； and it seemed as though he really had two facesone an open； penetrating and intellectual face； with a long gristle nose； and above this face another one； eyeless and mouthless； covered with wrinkles； behind which Mayakin seemed to hide his eyes and his lips until a certain time； and when that time had arrived； he would look at the world with different eyes and smile a different smile。
He was the owner of a rope…yard and kept a store in town near the harbour。 In this store； filled up to the ceiling with rope； twine； hemp and tow； he had a small room with a creaking glass door。 In this room stood a big； old； dilapidated table； and near it a deep armchair； covered with oilcloth； in which Mayakin sat all day long； sipping tea and always reading the same 〃Moskovskiya Vedomosty；〃 to which he subscribed； year in and year out； all his life。 Among merchants he enjoyed the respect and reputation of a 〃brainy〃 man； and he was very fond of boasting of the antiquity of his race； saying in a hoarse voice：
〃We； the Mayakins； were merchants during the reign of 'Mother' Catherine； consequently I am a pure…blooded man。〃
In this family Ignat Gordyeeff's son lived for six years。 By the time he was seven years old Foma was a big…headed； broad… shouldered boy； seemingly older that his years； both in his size and in the serious look of his dark； almond…shaped eyes。 Quiet；