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The evening was hot and close, no one felt inclined for sleep. When it was getting dark and pale stars began to twinkle here and there in the sky, Matvey Savitch began to tell how he had come by Kuzka. Afanasyevna and Sofya stood a little way off, listening. Kuzka had gone to the gate.
He was a long while reading and crossing himself. The travellers fell asleep. Afanasyevna and Sofya came up to the cart and began looking at Kuzka. "The little orphan's asleep," said the old woman. "He's thin and frail, nothing but bones. No mother and no one to care for him properly." "My Grishutka must be two years older," said Sofya. "Up at the factory he lives like a slave without his mother.
God has afflicted him with a hump, so we are not very hard on him." "And he's always drinking with the other fellows, always drinking," sighed Afanasyevna. "Before Carnival we married him, thinking he'd be steadier, but there! he's worse than ever." "It's been no use. Simply keeping another man's daughter for nothing," said Dyudya.
He was used to hearing all kinds of stories from the travellers in the evening, and he liked listening to them before going to bed. His old wife, Afanasyevna, and his daughter-in-law Sofya, were milking in the cowshed. The other daughter-in-law, Varvara, was sitting at the open window of the upper storey, eating sunflower seeds. "The little chap will be your son, I'm thinking?"
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