went out of the arbour.

When Yura came into the room where the people were playing cards,
the serious, bald-headed man was scolding papa for something,
brandishing the chalk, talking, shouting, saying that father did not
act as he should have acted, that what he had done was impossible,
that only bad people did such things, that the old man would never
again play with father, and so on. And father was smiling, waving
his hands, attempting to say something, but the old man would not let
him, and he commenced to shout more loudly. And the old man was a
little fellow, while father was big, handsome and tall, and his smile
was sad, like that of Gulliver pining for his native land of tall and
handsome people.

Of course, he must conceal from him--of course, he must conceal from
him that which happened in the arbour, and he must love him, and he
felt that he loved him so much. And with a wild cry Yura rushed over
to the bald-headed old man and began to beat him with his fists with
all his strength.

"Don't you dare insult him! Don't you dare insult him!"

O Lord, what has happened! Some one laughed; some one shouted.
Father caught Yura in his arms, pressed him closely, causing him
pain, and cried:

"Where is mother? Call mother."

Then Yura was seized with a whirlwind of frantic tears, of desperate
sobs and mortal anguish. But through his frantic tears he looked at