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  Itwasthehusband,whohadreturnedhome,andinalarmwaslookingforhiswifeinthevillage。Atthatmomenttherecamethesoundofunrestrainedlaughter:thewife,forgetfulofeverything,soughtinherintoxicationtomakeupbyafewhoursofhappinessforthemiseryawaitinghernextday。

  Idroppedasleep。

  WhenIwokeupSavkawassittingbesidemeandlightlyshakingmyshoulder。Theriver,thecopse,bothbanks,greenandwashed,treesandfields——allwerebathedinbrightmorninglight。

  Throughtheslimtrunksofthetreestheraysofthenewlyrisensunbeatuponmyback。

  “Sothat’showyoucatchfish?“laughedSavka。“Getup!“

  Igotup,gavealuxuriousstretch,andbegangreedilydrinkinginthedampandfragrantair。

  “HasAgashagone?“Iasked。

  “Theresheis,“saidSavka,pointinginthedirectionoftheford。

  IglancedandsawAgafya。Dishevelled,withherkerchiefdroppingoffherhead,shewascrossingtheriver,holdingupherskirt。

  Herlegswerescarcelymoving。

  “Thecatknowswhosemeatithaseaten,“mutteredSavka,screwinguphiseyesashelookedather。“Shegoeswithhertailhangingdown。Theyareslyascats,thesewomen,andtimidashares。Shedidn’tgo,sillything,intheeveningwhenwetoldherto!Nowshewillcatchit,andthey’llflogmeagainatthepeasantcourtallonaccountofthewomen。“

  Agafyasteppeduponthebankandwentacrossthefieldstothevillage。Atfirstshewalkedfairlyboldly,butsoonterrorandexcitementgottheupperhand;sheturnedroundfearfully,stoppedandtookbreath。

  “Yes,youarefrightened!“Savkalaughedmournfully,lookingatthebrightgreenstreakleftbyAgafyainthedewygrass。“Shedoesn’twanttogo!Herhusband’sbeenstandingwaitingforherforagoodhour。Didyouseehim?“

  Savkasaidthelastwordswithasmile,buttheysentachilltomyheart。Inthevillage,nearthefurthesthut,Yakovwasstandingintheroad,gazingfixedlyathisreturningwife。Hestoodwithoutstirring,andwasasmotionlessasapost。Whatwashethinkingashelookedather?Whatwordswashepreparingtogreetherwith?Agafyastoodstillalittlewhile,lookedroundoncemoreasthoughexpectinghelpfromus,andwenton。Ihaveneverseenanyone,drunkorsober,moveasshedid。Agafyaseemedtobeshrivelledupbyherhusband’seyes。Atonetimeshemovedinzigzags,thenshemovedherfeetupanddownwithoutgoingforward,bendingherkneesandstretchingoutherhands,thenshestaggeredback。Whenshehadgoneanotherhundredpacesshelookedroundoncemoreandsatdown。

  “Yououghtatleasttohidebehindabush“IsaidtoSavka。

  “Ifthehusbandseesyou“

  “Heknows,anyway,whoitisAgafyahascomefrom。Thewomendon’tgotothekitchengardenatnightforcabbages——weallknowthat。“

  IglancedatSavka’sface。Itwaspaleandpuckeredupwithalookoffastidiouspitysuchasoneseesinthefacesofpeoplewatchingtorturedanimals。

  “What’sfunforthecatistearsforthemouse。“hemuttered。

  Agafyasuddenlyjumpedup,shookherhead,andwithaboldstepwenttowardsherhusband。Shehadevidentlypluckeduphercourageandmadeuphermind。

  “WHATshallIwrite?“saidYegor,andhedippedhispenintheink。

  Vasilisahadnotseenherdaughterforfouryears。HerdaughterYefimyahadgoneafterherweddingtoPetersburg,hadsentthemtwoletters,andsincethenseemedtovanishoutoftheirlives;

  therehadbeennosightnorsoundofher。Andwhethertheoldwomanweremilkinghercowatdawn,orheatingherstove,ordozingatnight,shewasalwaysthinkingofoneandthesamething——whatwashappeningtoYefimya,whethershewerealiveoutyonder。Sheoughttohavesentaletter,buttheoldfathercouldnotwrite,andtherewasnoonetowrite。

  ButnowChristmashadcome,andVasilisacouldnotbearitanylonger,andwenttothetaverntoYegor,thebrotheroftheinnkeeper’swife,whohadsatinthetaverndoingnothingeversincehecamebackfromthearmy;peoplesaidthathecouldwritelettersverywellifhewereproperlypaid。Vasilisatalkedtothecookatthetavern,thentothemistressofthehouse,thentoYegorhimself。Theyagreeduponfifteenkopecks。

  Andnow——ithappenedontheseconddayoftheholidays,inthetavernkitchen——Yegorwassittingatthetable,holdingthepeninhishand。Vasilisawasstandingbeforehim,ponderingwithanexpressionofanxietyandwoeonherface。Pyotr,herhusband,averythinoldmanwithabrownishbaldpatch,hadcomewithher;

  hestoodlookingstraightbeforehimlikeablindman。Onthestoveapieceofporkwasbeingbraisedinasaucepan;itwasspurtingandhissing,andseemedtobeactuallysaying:

  “Flu-flu-flu。“Itwasstifling。

  “WhatamItowrite?“Yegoraskedagain。

  “What?“askedVasilisa,lookingathimangrilyandsuspiciously。

  “Don’tworryme!Youarenotwritingfornothing;nofear,you’llbepaidforit。Come,write:’Toourdearson-in-law,AndreyHrisanfitch,andtoouronlybeloveddaughter,YefimyaPetrovna,withourlovewesendalowbowandourparentalblessingabidingforever。’“

  “Written;fireaway。“

  “’AndwewishthemahappyChristmas;wearealiveandwell,andIwishyouthesame,pleasetheLordtheHeavenlyKing。’“

  Vasilisaponderedandexchangedglanceswiththeoldman。

  “’AndIwishyouthesame,pleasetheLordtheHeavenlyKing,’“

  sherepeated,beginningtocry。

  Shecouldsaynothingmore。Andyetbefore,whenshelayawakethinkingatnight,ithadseemedtoherthatshecouldnotgetallshehadtosayintoadozenletters。Sincethetimewhenherdaughterhadgoneawaywithherhusbandmuchwaterhadflowedintothesea,theoldpeoplehadlivedfeelingbereaved,andsighedheavilyatnightasthoughtheyhadburiedtheirdaughter。

  Andhowmanyeventshadoccurredinthevillagesincethen,howmanymarriagesanddeaths!Howlongthewintershadbeen!Howlongthenights!

  “It’shot,“saidYegor,unbuttoninghiswaistcoat。“Itmustbeseventydegrees。Whatmore?“heasked。

  Theoldpeopleweresilent。

  “Whatdoesyourson-in-lawdoinPetersburg?“askedYegor。

  “Hewasasoldier,mygoodfriend,“theoldmanansweredinaweakvoice。“Helefttheserviceatthesametimeasyoudid。Hewasasoldier,andnow,tobesure,heisatPetersburgatahydropathicestablishment。Thedoctortreatsthesickwithwater。

  Sohe,tobesure,ishouse-porteratthedoctor’s。“

  “Hereitiswrittendown,“saidtheoldwoman,takingaletteroutofherpocket。“WegotitfromYefimya,goodnessknowswhen。

  Maybetheyarenolongerinthisworld。“

  Yegorthoughtalittleandbeganwritingrapidly:

  “Atthepresenttime“——hewrote——“sinceyourdestinythroughyourowndoingallottedyoutotheMilitaryCareer,wecounselyoutolookintotheCodeofDisciplinaryOffencesandFundamentalLawsoftheWarOffice,andyouwillseeinthatlawtheCivilizationoftheOfficialsoftheWarOffice。“

  Hewroteandkeptreadingaloudwhatwaswritten,whileVasilisaconsideredwhatsheoughttowrite:howgreathadbeentheirwanttheyearbefore,howtheircornhadnotlastedeventillChristmas,howtheyhadtoselltheircow。Sheoughttoaskformoney,oughttowritethattheoldfatherwasoftenailingandwouldsoonnodoubtgiveuphissoultoGodbuthowtoexpressthisinwords?Whatmustbesaidfirstandwhatafterwards?

  “Takenote,“Yegorwentonwriting,“involumefiveoftheArmyRegulationssoldierisacommonnounandaproperone,asoldierofthefirstrankiscalledageneral,andofthelastaprivate。“

  Theoldmanstirredhislipsandsaidsoftly:

  “Itwouldbeallrighttohavealookatthegrandchildren。“

  “Whatgrandchildren?“askedtheoldwoman,andshelookedangrilyathim;“perhapstherearenone。“

  “Well,butperhapsthereare。Whoknows?“

  “Andtherebyyoucanjudge,“Yegorhurriedon,“whatistheenemywithoutandwhatistheenemywithin。TheforemostofourenemieswithinisBacchus。“Thepensqueaked,executinguponthepaperflourisheslikefish-hooks。Yegorhastenedandreadovereverylineseveraltimes。Hesatonastoolsprawlinghisbroadfeetunderthetable,well-fed,burstingwithhealth,withacoarseanimalfaceandaredbullneck。Hewasvulgarityitself:coarse,conceited,invincible,proudofhavingbeenbornandbredinapot-house;andVasilisaquiteunderstoodthevulgarity,butcouldnotexpressitinwords,andcouldonlylookangrilyandsuspiciouslyatYegor。Herheadwasbeginningtoache,andherthoughtswereinconfusionfromthesoundofhisvoiceandhisunintelligiblewords,fromtheheatandthestuffiness,andshesaidnothingandthoughtnothing,butsimplywaitedforhimtofinishscribbling。Buttheoldmanlookedwithfullconfidence。

  Hebelievedinhisoldwomanwhohadbroughthimthere,andinYegor;andwhenhehadmentionedthehydropathicestablishmentitcouldbeseenthathebelievedintheestablishmentandthehealingefficacyofwater。

  Havingfinishedtheletter,Yegorgotupandreadthewholeofitthroughfromthebeginning。Theoldmandidnotunderstand,buthenoddedhisheadtrustfully。

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