1 There also arrived, in answer to the summons, not only the son of Father Cyril before mentioned, but also Father Cyril himself.
2 These injunctions given, the father embraced his son, and set forth on his return; and though the son never again beheld his parent, the latter's words and precepts sank deep into the little Chichikov's soul.
3 In other words, the father's injunction, "Guard and save every kopeck," had become a hard and fast rule of the son's.
4 The other of the pair was a fellow named Mofi Kifovitch, and son to the first named.
5 He was what we Russians call a "hero," and while his father was pondering the parturition of beasts, his, the son's, lusty, twenty-year-old temperament was violently struggling for development.
6 Yet that son could tackle nothing without some accident occurring.
7 'Never mind, never mind,' repeated Nikolai Petrovitch, smiling tenderly, and twice he struck the collar of his son's cloak and his own greatcoat with his hand.
8 Nikolai Petrovitch seemed far more excited than his son; he seemed a little confused, a little timid.
9 'I have had a lot of bother with the peasants this year,' pursued Nikolai Petrovitch, turning to his son.
10 Nikolai Petrovitch gave a sidelong glance at his son, and the carriage went on a half-a-mile further before the conversation was renewed between them.
11 His son's return had agitated Nikolai Petrovitch.
12 The father and son went out on to the terrace under the shelter of the awning; near the balustrade, on the table, among great bunches of lilacs, the samovar was already boiling.
13 Nikolai Petrovitch in confusion looked at his son.
14 Father and son were equally rejoiced at his appearance at that instant; there are positions, genuinely affecting, from which one longs to escape as soon as possible.
15 This surgeon's son was not only not overawed, he even gave abrupt and indifferent answers, and in the tone of his voice there was something churlish, almost insolent.