Taras Bulba and Other Tales
Nikolai Gogol
(Independently published, April 5, 2020)
"Turn round, my boy! How ridiculous you look! What sort of a priest's cassock have you goton? Does everybody at the academy dress like that?"With such words did old Bulba greet his two sons, who had been absent for their educationat 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 whostill looked bashful, as became youths recently released from the seminary. Their firmhealthy faces were covered with the first down of manhood, down which had, as yet, neverknown a razor. They were greatly discomfited by such a reception from their father, andstood 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 theworld before. Just run, one of you! I want to see whether you will not get entangled in theskirts, and fall down."