"Turn Round, My Boy! How Ridiculous You Look! What Sort Of A Priest's
Cassock Have You Got On? Does Everybody At The Academy Dress Like
That?"
With Such Words Did Old Bulba Greet His Two Sons, Who Had Been Absent
For Their Education At The Royal Seminary Of Kief, And Had Now
Returned Home To Their Father.
His Sons Had But Just Dismounted From Their Horses. They Were A Couple
Of Stout Lads Who Still Looked Bashful, As Became Youths Recently
Released From The Seminary. Their Firm Healthy Faces Were Covered With
The First Down Of Manhood, Down Which Had, As Yet, Never Known A
Razor. They Were Greatly Discomfited By Such A Reception From Their
Father, And Stood Motionless With Eyes Fixed Upon The Ground.
"Stand Still, Stand Still! Let Me Have A Good Look At You," He
Continued, Turning Them Around. "How Long Your Gaberdines Are! What
Gaberdines! There Never Were Such Gaberdines In The World Before. Just
Run, One Of You! I Want To See Whether You Will Not Get Entangled In
The Skirts, And Fall Down."
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