第35章
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  “Whyareyoutellingmeaboutshillispers?“

  “Wha-at?Why,youaskedmeyourself!Thegentrycatchfishthatwaytooinourparts。Thesilliestlittleboywouldnottrytocatchafishwithoutaweight。Ofcourseanyonewhodidnotunderstandmightgotofishwithoutaweight。Thereisnoruleforafool。“

  “Soyousayyouunscrewedthisnuttomakeaweightforyourfishinglineoutofit?“

  “Whatelsefor?Itwasn’ttoplayknuckle-boneswith!“

  “Butyoumighthavetakenlead,abulletanailofsomesort。“

  “Youdon’tpickupleadintheroad,youhavetobuyit,andanail’snogood。Youcan’tfindanythingbetterthananut。

  It’sheavy,andthere’saholeinit。“

  “Hekeepspretendingtobeafool!asthoughhe’dbeenbornyesterdayordroppedfromheaven!Don’tyouunderstand,youblockhead,whatunscrewingthesenutsleadsto?Ifthewatchmanhadnotnoticeditthetrainmighthaverunofftherails,peoplewouldhavebeenkilled——youwouldhavekilledpeople。“

  “Godforbid,yourhonour!WhatshouldIkillthemfor?Areweheathensorwickedpeople?ThankGod,goodgentlemen,wehavelivedallourliveswithouteverdreamingofsuchathing。

  Save,andhavemercyonus,QueenofHeaven!Whatareyousaying?“

  “Andwhatdoyousupposerailwayaccidentsdocomefrom?Unscrewtwoorthreenutsandyouhaveanaccident。“

  Denisgrins,andscrewsuphiseyeatthemagistrateincredulously。

  “Why!howmanyyearshaveweallinthevillagebeenunscrewingnuts,andtheLordhasbeenmerciful;andyoutalkofaccidents,killingpeople。IfIhadcarriedawayarailorputalogacrosstheline,say,thenmaybeitmighthaveupsetthetrain,but。

  pouf!anut!“

  “Butyoumustunderstandthatthenutholdstherailfasttothesleepers!“

  “Weunderstandthat。Wedon’tunscrewthemallweleavesome。Wedon’tdoitthoughtlesslyweunderstand。“

  Denisyawnsandmakesthesignofthecrossoverhismouth。

  “Lastyearthetrainwentofftherailshere,“saysthemagistrate。“NowIseewhy!“

  “Whatdoyousay,yourhonour?“

  “IamtellingyouthatnowIseewhythetrainwentofftherailslastyear。Iunderstand!“

  “That’swhatyouareeducatedpeoplefor,tounderstand,youkindgentlemen。TheLordknowstowhomtogiveunderstanding。

  Hereyouhavereasonedhowandwhat,butthewatchman,apeasantlikeourselves,withnounderstandingatall,catchesonebythecollarandhaulsonealong。Youshouldreasonfirstandthenhaulmeoff。It’sasayingthatapeasanthasapeasant’swit。Writedown,too,yourhonour,thathehitmetwice——

  inthejawandinthechest。“

  “Whenyourhutwassearchedtheyfoundanothernut。Atwhatspotdidyouunscrewthat,andwhen?“

  “Youmeanthenutwhichlayundertheredbox?“

  “Idon’tknowwhereitwaslying,onlyitwasfound。Whendidyouunscrewit?“

  “Ididn’tunscrewit;Ignashka,thesonofone-eyedSemyon,gaveitme。Imeantheonewhichwasunderthebox,buttheonewhichwasinthesledgeintheyardMitrofanandIunscrewedtogether。“

  “WhatMitrofan?“

  “MitrofanPetrov。Haven’tyouheardofhim?Hemakesnetsinourvillageandsellsthemtothegentry。Heneedsalotofthosenuts。Reckonamatteroftenforeachnet。“

  “Listen。Article1081ofthePenalCodelaysdownthateverywilfuldamageoftherailwaylinecommittedwhenitcanexposethetrafficonthatlinetodanger,andtheguiltypartyknowsthatanaccidentmustbecausedbyitDoyouunderstand?

  Knows!Andyoucouldnothelpknowingwhatthisunscrewingwouldleadtoisliabletopenalservitude。“

  “Ofcourse,youknowbest。Weareignorantpeople。

  Whatdoweunderstand?“

  “Youunderstandallaboutit!Youarelying,shamming!“

  “WhatshouldIliefor?Askinthevillageifyoudon’tbelieveme。Onlyableakiscaughtwithoutaweight,andthereisnofishworsethanagudgeon,yeteventhatwon’tbitewithoutaweight。“

  “You’dbettertellmeabouttheshillispernext,“saidthemagistrate,smiling。

  “Therearenoshillispersinourparts。Wecastourlinewithoutaweightonthetopofthewaterwithabutterfly;amulletmaybecaughtthatway,thoughthatisnotoften。“

  “Come,holdyourtongue。“

  Asilencefollows。Denisshiftsfromonefoottotheother,looksatthetablewiththegreenclothonit,andblinkshiseyesviolentlyasthoughwhatwasbeforehimwasnottheclothbutthesun。Themagistratewritesrapidly。

  “CanIgo?“asksDenisafteralongsilence。

  “No。Imusttakeyouunderguardandsendyoutoprison。“

  Denisleavesoffblinkingand,raisinghisthickeyebrows,looksinquiringlyatthemagistrate。

  “Howdoyoumean,toprison?Yourhonour!Ihavenotimetospare,Imustgotothefair;ImustgetthreeroublesfromYegorforsometallow!“

  “Holdyourtongue;don’tinterrupt。“

  “Toprison。Iftherewassomethingtogofor,I’dgo;butjusttogofornothing!Whatfor?Ihaven’tstolenanything,I

  believe,andI’venotbeenfighting。Ifyouareindoubtaboutthearrears,yourhonour,don’tbelievetheelder。

  Youasktheagenthe’saregularheathen,theelder,youknow。“

  “Holdyourtongue。“

  Iamholdingmytongue,asitis,“muttersDenis;“butthattheelderhasliedovertheaccount,I’lltakemyoathforit。

  Therearethreeofusbrothers:KuzmaGrigoryev,thenYegorGrigoryev,andme,DenisGrigoryev。“

  “Youarehinderingme。Hey,Semyon,“criesthemagistrate,“takehimaway!“

  “Therearethreeofusbrothers,“muttersDenis,astwostalwartsoldierstakehimandleadhimoutoftheroom。“Abrotherisnotresponsibleforabrother。Kuzmadoesnotpay,soyou,Denis,mustanswerforit。Judgesindeed!Ourmasterthegeneralisdead——theKingdomofHeavenbehis——orhewouldhaveshownyoujudges。Yououghttojudgesensibly,notatrandom……Flogifyoulike,butflogsomeonewhodeservesit,flogwithconscience。“

  NIKOLAYTCHIKILDYEEV,awaiterintheMoscowhotel,SlavyanskyBazaar,wastakenill。Hislegswentnumbandhisgaitwasaffected,sothatononeoccasion,ashewasgoingalongthecorridor,hetumbledandfelldownwithatrayfullofhamandpeas。Hehadtoleavehisjob。Allhisownsavingsandhiswife’swerespentondoctorsandmedicines;theyhadnothinglefttoliveupon。Hefeltdullwithnoworktodo,andhemadeuphismindhemustgohometothevillage。Itisbettertobeillathome,andlivingthereischeaper;anditisatruesayingthatthewallsofhomeareahelp。

  HereachedZhukovotowardsevening。Inhismemoriesofchildhoodhehadpicturedhishomeasbright,snug,comfortable。Now,goingintothehut,hewaspositivelyfrightened;itwassodark,socrowded,sounclean。HiswifeOlgaandhisdaughterSasha,whohadcomewithhim,keptlookinginbewildermentatthebiguntidystove,whichfilledupalmosthalfthehutandwasblackwithsootandflies。Whatlotsofflies!Thestovewasononeside,thebeamslayslantingonthewalls,anditlookedasthoughthehutwerejustgoingtofalltopieces。Inthecorner,facingthedoor,undertheholyimages,bottlelabelsandnewspapercuttingswerestuckonthewallsinsteadofpictures。Thepoverty,thepoverty!Ofthegrown-uppeopletherewerenoneathome;allwereatworkattheharvest。Onthestovewassittingawhite-headedgirlofeight,unwashedandapathetic;shedidnotevenglanceatthemastheycamein。Onthefloorawhitecatwasrubbingitselfagainsttheovenfork。

  “Puss,puss!“Sashacalledtoher。“Puss!“

  “Shecan’thear,“saidthelittlegirl;“shehasgonedeaf。“

  “Howisthat?“

  “Oh,shewasbeaten。“

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