"With these words old Bulba met his two sons who came home from the Kief seminary to their father. His sons had just got down from their horses. They were two sturdy fellows, still looking out from under their brows just like fresh seminary graduates. Their strong, healthy faces were covered with the first down, as yet untouched by a razor. They were much embarrassed at such reception by their father, and they stood motionless, with eyes fixed on the ground. "'Stand still, stand still; just let me get a good look at you,' he continued, as he turned them about. 'What long jackets you have on! What a jacket! Who ever heard of such jackets before! Just let one of you take a run, and see whether he would not tumble over, entangled in his coat-tails.' "'Don't laugh, father, don't laugh,' said at last the eldest. "'See how touchy he is! And why, pray, shall not I laugh?' "'Because! For even if you are my father, but if you laugh, by God, I will thrash you!' "'Well, well, well, did you ever! Is this the kind of a son you are? How? Your father?' said Taras Bulba, stepping back in surprise. "'Yes, even if you are my father. An insult I will stand from none.' "'How then do you wish to fight me? Boxing?' "'I don't care; any way.' "'Well then, let us box,' said Bulba, rolling up his sleeves. 'I would like to see what sort of a boxer you are.' "And father and son, instead of greeting each other after the long separation, began to give each other blows, now in the sides, now in the ribs, now in the breast, now stepping back and looking about, now coming forward again. "'Just see, good people, the old fool has become crazy,' said the pale, thin, good mother, who was standing on the threshold and had not been able to embrace her darling boys. 'The children come home after an absence of over a year, and he gets it into his head, God knows what, to box with them.' "'Yes, he fights finely,' said Bulba, stopping. 'Good, by God!' he continued, catching a little breath. 'So, yes, he will make a fine Cossak, even without preliminary trial. Well, welcome, sonny; come kiss me.' And father and son began to kiss each other. 'Good, my son. Thrash everybody as you have given it to me. Don't let him go! But I must insist, yours is a ridiculous rig. What rope is this, dangling down there!'" 17. Bulba is so pleased with his boys that he decides to take them the very next day to the syetch, the republic of the Cossaks, and there initiate them in the wild, glorious service. The mother's grief at the unexpected loss of her boys, as well as the parting itself, is thus described by Gogol:--