"Go on. You better go to sleep, you cursed devil! Drunk again, eh?
You are gray already?"

"Anfisa! May I see my son, with one eye?" Foma knew that Anfisa
would not let him in, and he again fell asleep in spite of the
noise of their voices. But when Ignat came home intoxicated
during the day he immediately seized his son with his enormous
paws and carried him about the rooms, asking him with an
intoxicated, happy laughter:

"Fomka! What do you wish? Speak! Presents? Playthings? Ask!
Because you must know there's nothing in this world that I
wouldn't buy for you. I have a million! Ha, ha, ha! And I'll have
still more! Understand? All's yours! Ha, ha!"

And suddenly his enthusiasm was extinguished like a candle put
out by a violent puff of the wind. His flushed face began to
shake, his eyes, burning red, filled with tears, and his lips
expanded into a sad and frightened smile.

"Anfisa, in case he should die, what am I to do then?"

And immediately after these words he was seized with fury.

"I'd burn everything!" he roared, staring wildly into some dark
corner of the room. "I'd destroy everything! I'd blow it up with
dynamite!"

"Enough, you ugly brute! Do you wish to frighten the child? Or do