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  ’Eat,ifyouwantto,’saidshe。

  Simondrewthestrangertothetable。

  ’Takeyourplace,youngman,’saidhe。

  Simoncutthebread,crumbleditintothebroth,andtheybegantoeat。

  Matryónasatatthecornerofthetable,restingherheadonherhandandlookingatthestranger。

  AndMatryónawastouchedwithpityforthestranger,andbegantofeelfondofhim。Andatoncethestranger’sfacelitup;hisbrowswerenolongerbent,heraisedhiseyesandsmiledatMatryóna。

  Whentheyhadfinishedsupper,thewomanclearedawaythethingsandbeganquestioningthestranger。’Whereareyoufrom?’

  saidshe。

  ’Iamnotfromtheseparts。’

  ’Buthowdidyoucometobeontheroad?’

  ’Imaynottell。’

  ’Didsomeonerobyou?’

  ’Godpunishedme。’

  ’Andyouwerelyingtherenaked?’

  ’Yes,nakedandfreezing。Simonsawmeandhadpityonme。Hetookoffhiscoat,putitonmeandbroughtmehere。Andyouhavefedme,givenmedrink,andshownpityonme。Godwillrewardyou!’

  Matryónarose,tookfromthewindowSimon’soldshirtshehadbeenpatching,andgaveittothestranger。Shealsobroughtoutapairoftrousersforhim。

  ’There,’saidshe,’Iseeyouhavenoshirt。Putthison,andliedownwhereyouplease,intheloftorontheoven[8]。’

  Thestrangertookoffthecoat,putontheshirt,andlaydownintheloft。Matryónaputoutthecandle,tookthecoat,andclimbedtowhereherhusbandlay。

  Matryónadrewtheskirtsofthecoatoverherandlaydown,butcouldnotsleep;shecouldnotgetthestrangeroutofhermind。

  Whensherememberedthathehadeatentheirlastpieceofbreadandthattherewasnoneforto-morrowandthoughtoftheshirtandtrousersshehadgivenaway,shefeltgrieved;butwhensherememberedhowhehadsmiled,herheartwasglad。

  LongdidMatryónalieawake,andshenoticedthatSimonalsowasawake——hedrewthecoattowardshim。

  ’Simon!’

  ’Well?’

  ’Youhavehadthelastofthebread,andIhavenotputanytorise。

  Idon’tknowwhatweshalldotomorrow。PerhapsIcanborrowsomeofneighbourMartha。’

  ’Ifwe’realiveweshallfindsomethingtoeat。’

  Thewomanlaystillawhile,andthensaid,’Heseemsagoodman,butwhydoeshenottelluswhoheis?’

  ’Isupposehehashisreasons。’

  ’Simon!’

  ’Well?’

  ’Wegive;butwhydoesnobodygiveusanything?’

  Simondidnotknowwhattosay;soheonlysaid,’Letusstoptalking,’

  andturnedoverandwenttosleep。

  InthemorningSimonawoke。Thechildrenwerestillasleep;hiswifehadgonetotheneighbour’stoborrowsomebread。Thestrangeralonewassittingonthebench,dressedintheoldshirtandtrousers,andlookingupwards。Hisfacewasbrighterthanithadbeenthedaybefore。

  Simonsaidtohim,’Well,friend;thebellywantsbreadandthenakedbodyclothes。Onehastoworkforaliving。Whatworkdoyouknow?’

  ’Idonotknowany。’

  ThissurprisedSimon,buthesaid,’Menwhowanttolearncanlearnanything。’

  ’Menwork,andIwillworkalso。’

  ’Whatisyourname?’

  ’Michael。’

  ’WellMichael,ifyoudon’twishtotalkaboutyourselfthatisyourownaffair;butyou’llhavetoearnalivingforyourself。IfyouwillworkasItellyou,Iwillgiveyoufoodandshelter。’

  ’MayGodrewardyou!Iwilllearn。Showmewhattodo。’

  Simontookyarn,putitroundhisthumbandbegantotwistit。

  ’Itiseasyenough——see!’

  Michaelwatchedhim,putsomeyarnroundhisownthumbinthesameway,caughttheknack,andtwistedtheyarnalso。

  ThenSimonshowedhimhowtowaxthethread。ThisalsoMichaelmastered。

  NextSimonshowedhimhowtotwistthebristlein,andhowtosew,andthis,too,Michaellearnedatonce。

  WhateverSimonshowedhimheunderstoodatonce,andafterthreedaysheworkedasifhehadsewnbootsallhislife。Heworkedwithoutstopping,andatelittle。Whenworkwasoverhesatsilently,lookingupwards。Hehardlywentintothestreet,spokeonlywhennecessary,andneitherjokednorlaughed。Theyneversawhimsmile,exceptthatfirsteveningwhenMatryónagavethemsupper。

  Daybydayandweekbyweektheyearwentround。MichaellivedandworkedwithSimon。HisfamespreadtillpeoplesaidthatnoonesewedbootssoneatlyandstronglyasSimon’sworkman,Michael;andfromallthedistrictroundpeoplecametoSimonfortheirboots,andhebegantobewelloff。

  Onewinterday,asSimonandMichaelsatworkingacarriageonsledge-runners,withthreehorsesandwithbells,droveuptothehut。Theylookedoutofthewindow;thecarriagestoppedattheirdoor,afineservantjumpeddownfromtheboxandopenedthedoor。AgentlemaninafurcoatgotoutandwalkeduptoSimon’shut。UpjumpedMatryónaandopenedthedoorwide。Thegentlemanstoopedtoenterthehut,andwhenhedrewhimselfupagainhisheadnearlyreachedtheceiling,andheseemedquitetofillhisendoftheroom。

  Simonrose,bowed,andlookedatthegentlemanwithastonishment。Hehadneverseenanyonelikehim。Simonhimselfwaslean,Michaelwasthin,andMatryónawasdryasabone,butthismanwaslikesomeonefromanotherworld:red-faced,burly,withanecklikeabull’s,andlookingaltogetherasifhewerecastiniron。

  Thegentlemanpuffed,threwoffhisfurcoat,satdownonthebench,andsaid,’Whichofyouisthemasterbootmaker?’

  ’Iam,yourExcellency,’saidSimon,comingforward。

  Thenthegentlemanshoutedtohislad,’Hey,Fédka,bringtheleather!’

  Theservantranin,bringingaparcel。Thegentlemantooktheparcelandputitonthetable。

  ’Untieit’saidhe。Theladuntiedit。

  Thegentlemanpointedtotheleather。

  ’Lookhere,shoemaker,’saidhe,’doyouseethisleather?’

  ’Yes,yourhonour。’

  ’Butdoyouknowwhatsortofleatheritis?’

  Simonfelttheleatherandsaid,’Itisgoodleather。’

  ’Good,indeed!Why,youfool,youneversawsuchleatherbeforeinyourlife。It’sGerman,andcosttwentyroubles。’

  Simonwasfrightened,andsaid,’WhereshouldIeverseeleatherlikethat?’

  ’Justso!Now,canyoumakeitintobootsforme?’

  ’Yes,yourExcellency,Ican。’

  Thenthegentlemanshoutedathim:’Youcan,canyou?Well,rememberwhomyouaretomakethemfor,andwhattheleatheris。Youmustmakemebootsthatwillwearforayear,neitherlosingshapenorcomingunsewn。Ifyoucandoit,taketheleatherandcutitup;butifyoucan’t,sayso。Iwarnyounow,ifyourbootscomeunsewnorloseshapewithinayear,Iwillhaveyouputinprison。Iftheydon’tburstorloseshapeforayear,Iwillpayyoutenroublesforyourwork。’

  Simonwasfrightened,anddidnotknowwhattosay。HeglancedatMichaelandnudginghimwithhiselbow,whispered:’ShallItakethework?’

  Michaelnoddedhisheadasiftosay,’Yes,takeit。’

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