human
Very well, says Yákoff, only he does not turn round, but keeps on gazing at the sky.--
gpt
I consent. Let us go.
human
My friend, I say,
gpt
When shall we set out?
human
Why, to-morrow, if thou wilt,
gpt
Dost thou see nothing, father dear? and smile.
human
No, I see nothing,
gpt
Well, now, dear son, the matter has been set in order; there's a festival in our street. One thing remains to be done; do thou make thy confession and receive the communion; and then, with God's blessing, we will go our way, and after having got duly rested, and worked a bit on the farm to increase thy strength, thou mayest bestir thyself and find a place--and Márfa Sávishna will certainly help us in that,
human
No, said Yákoff,
gpt
See to it, I said,