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"Those are Pavel Alexandritch's boots," he grumbled, squinting at them. He squinted with the left eye. "What Pavel Alexandritch?" "The actor; he comes here every Tuesday. . . . He must have put on yours instead of his own. . . . So I must have put both pairs in her room, his and yours. Here's a go!" "Then go and change them!"
"Will you allow me to inform you, Peter Alexandritch," he said, with frequent pauses between his words, "that, however much you wish it, it is out of the question to repay the local council now. Yet I fear that we must have made a mistake somewhere in the accounts." Here he paused a while, and looked gravely at Papa. "How so?" "Well, will you be good enough to look for yourself?
"What God has sent him, that he wears. Through poverty . . . where is an actor to get boots? I said to him 'What boots, Pavel Alexandritch! They are a positive disgrace! and he said: 'Hold your peace, says he, 'and turn pale! In those very boots, says he, 'I have played counts and princes. A queer lot! Artists, that's the only word for them!
'Ah, Viktor Alexandritch, what it will be like for me to be without you! she said suddenly. Victor rubbed the glass on the lappet of his coat and put it back in his pocket. You can see for yourself! me and the master could never stay on here; it will soon be winter now, and winter in the country you know yourself is simply disgusting. It's quite another thing in Petersburg!
They all wandered off in different directions, and no one was left but Kirilin, Atchmianov, and Nikodim Alexandritch. Kerbalay brought chairs, spread a rug on the ground, and set a few bottles of wine.
It's not a difficult job, but Ivan Alexandritch, not being a specialist, looked at it as though it were a conjuring trick. It takes an experienced workman less than a minute to lay a sleeper and fix a rail on it.
"I tell you what, Ulyana Fyodorovna," Yefrem began, "I'll go myself to the inn now, and you be so kind, mother, as to give me just a drop to sober me." Ulyana hesitated. "Well," she decided at last, "I'll give you the vodka, Yefrem Alexandritch; but mind now, none of your pranks." "Don't you worry, Ulyana Fyodorovna." And fortifying himself with a glass, Yefrem made his way to the inn.
'And what did Piotr Filippitch say to it? 'Filippov, is it? Oh, he's all right. 'You don't say so! Why, I thought, Alexandritch well, brother, thought I, now you 're the goose that must lie down in the frying-pan! 'On account of Piotr Filippov, hey? Get along! We've seen plenty like him. He tries to pass for a wolf, and then slinks off like a dog.
But I want us to have my wine, too; I'm taking part in the picnic and I imagine I have full right to contribute my share. I im-ma-gine so! Bring ten bottles of kvarel." "Why so many?" asked Nikodim Alexandritch, in wonder, knowing Kirilin had no money. "Twenty bottles! Thirty!" shouted Kirilin. "Never mind, let him," Atchmianov whispered to Nikodim Alexandritch; "I'll pay."
When it got quite dark, Kashtanka was overcome by despair and horror. She huddled up in an entrance and began whining piteously. The long day's journeying with Luka Alexandritch had exhausted her, her ears and her paws were freezing, and, what was more, she was terribly hungry.
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