MAXIME GORKY
face seemed changed. He asked Serejka for a cigarette.
"I have no tobacco for an imbecile like you," replied the latter, without stirring.
"I'm going back home, Iakov," said Vassili, gravely digging into the sand with his fingers.
"Why," asked the son, innocently.
"Never mind why, shall you stay?"
"Yes. I'll remain. What should we both do at home?"
"Very well. I have nothing to say. Do as you please. You are no longer a child. Only remember that I shall not get about long. I shall live, perhaps, but I do not know how long I shall work. I have lost the habit of the soil. Remember, too, that your mother is there."
Evidently it was difficult for him to talk. The words stuck between
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