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“How long your gaberdines are! What gaberdines! There never were such gaberdines in the world before. €œStand still, stand still! let me have a good look at you,” he continued, turning them around. They were greatly discomfited by such a reception from their father, and stood motionless with eyes fixed upon the ground.

Their firm healthy faces were covered with the first down of manhood, down which had, as yet, never known a razor. They were a couple of stout lads who still looked bashful, as became youths recently released from the seminary. His sons had but just dismounted from their horses. With such words did old Bulba greet his two sons, who had been absent for their education at the Royal Seminary of Kiev, and had now returned home to their father. €œTurn 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?”