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'Who are you? shouted the man, stopping the horse, and recognizing Vasili Anereevich he immediately took hold of the shaft, went along it hand over hand till he reached the sledge, and placed himself on the driver's seat. He was Isay, a peasant of Vasili Andreevich's acquaintance, and well known as the principal horse-thief in the district. 'Ah, Vasili Andreevich!
At church your eyes remain fixed on the sacred picture without a moment's diversion, and never even perceive the presence of young men...." The giggling in the corner increased, the ladies made faces in their efforts to restrain their laughter, and Tatiana Markovna tried to divert Niel Andreevich's attention from her guest, by herself addressing her, but he returned to the attack.
Nikita, the only one of Vasili Andreevich's labourers who was not drunk that day, ran to harness the horse.
About seven yards farther on he managed with difficulty to crawl up the incline on all fours, then he followed the edge of the hollow back to the place where the horse should have been. He could not see either horse or sledge, but as he walked against the wind he heard Vasili Andreevich's shouts and Mukhorty's neighing, calling him. 'I'm coming! I'm coming! What are you cackling for? he muttered.
The Cyclop, Leontyevna, Sergius Andreevich's servant, tramped in heavily with her man's boots from the Labour Exchange; her solitary eye peered searchingly into Anna Andreevna's stove. "I'll see she's not deceiving us over the firewood," she shouted aggressively: "Oh, what a store she's got!" "But you have used the birch-wood," the general hit back from his room.
All around the snow still eddied. The same whirlwinds of snow circled about, covering the dead Vasili Andreevich's fur coat, the shivering Mukhorty, the sledge, now scarcely to be seen, and Nikita lying at the bottom of it, kept warm beneath his dead master. Nikita awoke before daybreak. He was aroused by the cold that had begun to creep down his back.
At last he returned and took the reins from Vasili Andreevich's hand. 'We must go to the right, he said sternly and peremptorily, as he turned the horse. 'Well, if it's to the right, go to the right, said Vasili Andreevich, yielding up the reins to Nikita and thrusting his freezing hands into his sleeves. Nikita did not reply.
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