If you now are going to work, to study in order to win a reward, then the work will seem hard to you; but when you work" (Alexey Alexandrovitch, as he spoke, thought of how he had been sustained by a sense of duty through the wearisome labor of the morning, consisting of signing one hundred and eighty papers), "loving your work, you will find your reward in it.

" Seryozha's eyes, that had been shining with gaiety and tenderness, grew dull and dropped before his father's gaze.

This was the same long-familiar tone his father always took with him, and Seryozha had learned by now to fall in with it.

His father always talked to him--so Seryozha felt--as though he were addressing some boy of his own imagination, one of those boys that exist in books, utterly unlike himself.