Malva eyed him. Serejka had half closed one eye and with the other watched Iakov. Iakov was jubilant, but afraid of betraying himself; he was silent and lowered his head. "Don't forget your mother, Iakov. Remember, you are all she has." "I know," said Iakov, shrugging his shoulders. "It is well if you know," said the father, with a look of distrust. "I only warn you not to forget it." Vassili sighed deeply. For a few minutes all were silent. Then Malva said: "The work bell will soon ring." "I'm going," said Vassili, rising. And all rose. "Goodbye, Serejka. If you happen to be on the Volga, maybe you'll drop in to see me." "I'll not fail," said Serejka. "Goodbye." "Goodbye, dear friend." "Goodbye, Malva," said Vassili, not raising his eyes. She slowly wiped her lips with her sleeve, threw her two white arms round his neck and kissed him three times on the lips and cheeks. He was overcome with emotion and uttered some indistinct words. Iakov lowered his head, dissimulating a smile. Serejka was impassible, and he even yawned a little, at the same time gazing at the sky. "You'll find it hot walking," he said. "No matter. Goodbye, you too, Iakov." "Goodbye!" They stood facing each other, not knowing what to do. The sad word "goodbye" aroused in Iakov a feeling of tenderness for his father, but he did not know how to express it. Should he embrace his father as Malva had done or shake his hand like Serejka? And Vassili felt hurt at this hesitation, which was visible in his son's attitude. "Remember your mother," said Vassili, finally. "Yes, yes," replied Iakov, cordially. "Don't worry. I know." "That's all. Be happy. God protect you. Don't think badly of me. The kettle, Serejka, is buried in the sand near the bow of the green boat." "What does he want with the kettle?" asked Iakov. "He has taken my place yonder on the headland," explained Vassili. Iakov looked enviously at Serejka, then at Malva. "Farewell, all! I'm going." Vassili waved his hand to them and moved away. Malva followed him. "I'll accompany you a bit of the road." Serejka sat down on the ground and seized the leg of Iakov, who was preparing to accompany Malva. "Stop! where are you going?" "Let me alone," said Iakov, making a forward movement. But Serejka had seized his other leg. "Sit down by my side." "Why? What new folly is this?" "It is not folly. Sit down." Iakov obeyed, grinding his teeth. "What do you want?" "Wait. Be silent, and I'll think, and then I'll talk." He began staring at Iakov, who gave way. Malva and Vassili walked for a few minutes in silence. Malva's eyes shone strangely. Vassili was gloomy and preoccupied. Their feet sank in the sand and they advanced slowly. "Vassili!" "What?" He turned and looked at her. "I made you quarrel with Iakov on purpose. You might both have lived here without quarrelling," she said in a calm tone. There was not a shade of repentance in her words.