Chapter 122: A Father

A Father “I admit I have had a drop. … You must excuse me. I went into a beer shop on the way here, and as it was so hot had a couple of bottles. It’s hot, my boy.” Old Musatov took a nondescript rag out of his pocket and wiped his shaven, battered face with it. “I have come only for a minute, Borenka, my angel,” he went on, not looking at his son, “about something very important. Excuse me, perhaps I am hindering you. Haven’t you ten roubles, my dear, you could let me have till Tuesd…