1 He saw little Antanas, whom he had meant to make a man.
2 Among other things, these papers had pages full of comical pictures, and these were the main joy in life to little Antanas.
3 Yet all this was not really as cruel as it sounds, for, sick as he was, little Antanas was the least unfortunate member of that family.
4 Jurgis came home and covered himself with blankets to keep warm, and divided his time between sleeping and playing with little Antanas.
5 When little Antanas was born he had been at work, and had known nothing about it until it was over; and now he was not to be controlled.
6 In a corner, as far away from the corpse as possible, sat Marija, holding little Antanas in her one good arm and trying to soothe him to sleep.
7 Elzbieta's only resource in those times was little Antanas; indeed, it would be hard to say how they could have gotten along at all if it had not been for little Antanas.
8 Now and then, of course, he could not help but think of little Antanas, whom he should never see again, whose little voice he should never hear; and then he would have to battle with himself.
9 Jurgis, who knew nothing about the age-long and everlasting hypocrisy of woman, would take the bait and grin with delight; and then he would hold his finger in front of little Antanas' eyes, and move it this way and that, and laugh with glee to see the baby follow it.