Pavel Vassilitch! cries Pelageya Ivanovna, waking her husband. Pavel Vassilitch! You might go and help Styopa with his lessons, he is sitting crying over his book. He cant understand something again!
Pavel Vassilitch gets up, makes the sign of the cross over his mouth as he yawns, and says softly: In a minute, my love!
The cat who has been asleep beside him gets up too, straightens out its tail, arches its spine, and half- shuts its eyes. There is stillness. Mice can be heard scurrying behind the wall-paper. Putting on his boots and his dressing-gown, Pavel Vassilitch, crumpled and frowning from sleepiness, comes out of his bedroom into the dining-room; on his entrance another cat, engaged in sniffing a marinade of fish in the window, jumps down to the floor, and hides behind the cupboard.
Who asked you to sniff that! he says angrily, covering the fish with a sheet of newspaper. You are a pig to do that, not a cat.
From the dining-room there is a door leading into the nursery. There, at a table covered with stains and deep scratches, sits Styopa, a high-school boy in the second class, with a peevish expression of face and tear-stained eyes. With his knees raised almost to his chin, and his hands clasped round them, he is swaying to and fro like a Chinese idol and looking crossly at a sum book.
Are you working? asks Pavel Vassilitch, sitting down to the table and yawning. Yes, my boy. We have enjoyed ourselves, slept, and eaten pancakes, and to-morrow comes Lenten fare, repentance, and going to work. Every period of time has its limits. Why are your eyes so red? Are you sick of learning your lessons? To be sure, after pancakes, lessons are nasty to swallow. Thats about it.
What are you laughing at the child for? Pelageya Ivanovna calls from the next room. You had better show him instead of laughing at him. Hell get a one again to-morrow, and make me miserable.
What is it you dont understand? Pavel Vassilitch asks Styopa.
Why this division of fractions, the boy answers crossly. The division of fractions by fractions.
Hm queer boy! What is there in it? Theres nothing to understand in it. Learn the rules, and thats all. To divide a fraction by a fraction you must multiply the numerator of the first fraction by the denominator of the second, and that will be the numerator of the quotient. In this case, the numerator of the first fraction
I know that without your telling me, Styopa interrupts him, flicking a walnut shell off the table. Show me the proof.
The proof? Very well, give me a pencil. Listen. Suppose we want to divide seven eighths by two fifths. Well, the point of it is, my boy, that its required to divide these fractions by each other. Have they set the samovar?
I dont know.
Its time for tea. Its past seven. Well, now listen. We will look at it like this. Suppose we want to divide seven eighths not by two fifths but by two, that is, by the numerator only. We divide it, what do we get?
Right. Bravo! Well, the trick of it is, my boy, that if we so if we have divided it by two then. Wait a bit, I am getting muddled. I remember when I was at school, the teacher of arithmetic was called Sigismund Urbanitch, a Pole. He used to get into a muddle over every lesson. He would begin explaining some theory, get in a tangle, and turn crimson all over and race up and down the class-room as though someone were sticking an awl in his back, then he would blow his nose half a dozen times and begin to cry. But you know we were magnanimous to him, we pretended not to see it. What is it, Sigismund Urbanitch?
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