Sometimes she would advise him: "It's time you gave up wearing cotton shirts--a respectable man must wear linen. And listen to the way I pronounce words, and learn. You're not a peasant any longer, and you must drop your peasant ways, and get a little polish." More often she would point out the difference between him, the peasant, and herself, the educated woman, and by the comparison frequently hurt his feelings. When he lived with Olympiada, he felt constantly that she was near him, like a good comrade. Tatiana aroused no feeling of comradeship; he saw that she was more interesting than Olympiada, and studied her with curiosity, but completely lost his respect for her. When he lived with the Avtonomovs, he used sometimes to hear Tatiana praying before she went to sleep: "Our Father, Who art in heaven"--her loud rapid whisper sounded behind the partition. "Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses--Kirya, get up and shut the kitchen door--there's a draught at my feet." "Why do you kneel on the bare floor?" answered Kirik lazily. "Be quiet, don't interrupt me!" and again Ilya would hear the rapidly murmured prayer. The haste displeased him; he saw well she prayed from custom, not from inner need. "Do you believe in God, Tatiana?" he asked her once. "What a question," she cried. "Of course I do. Why do you ask?" "Oh, then when you pray, you hurry up so as to get away from Him, I suppose," said Ilya laughing. "First of all, don't say hurry up, but make haste; in the second place, I'm so tired with my day's work that God must forgive my haste." And she closed her eyes, and added in a tone of deep conviction: "He will forgive everything. He is merciful." Olympiada used to pray silently and for a long time. She knelt before the eikon, hung her head, and remained motionless as if turned to stone. At such times her face was downcast, serious; and she did not answer if addressed. Now that Ilya grasped that Tatiana had cleverly over-reached him over the business, he felt a kind of disgust towards her. "If she were a stranger--well and good," he thought. "All men try to cheat one another, but she is almost like my wife." He began to behave coldly and suspiciously towards her, and to avoid meeting her on all sorts of pretexts.