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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Yes," answered the old man, "she is at the gate...." "Well, send her in here." The old man went out, beckoned to Avdotya, said to her, "go in," and sat down again on the ledge. Avdotya in trepidation opened the door, crossed the threshold and stood still. Akim looked at her. "Well, Arefyevna," he began, "what are we going to do now?" "I am guilty," she faltered.
"Nothing has happened, Avdotya Arefyevna; your husband is asking for you." "Has he come back?" "Yes." "Where is he, then?" "He is in the village, sitting in his hut." Avdotya was frightened. "Well, Petrovitch," she inquired, looking straight into his face, "is he angry?" "He does not seem so." Avdotya looked down. "Well, let us go," she said. She put on a shawl and they set off together.
Oh, Arefyevna, how you do talk, really! Much you need a husband like me, and old, too, and ruined as well! Why, you got on without me in the past, you can get on in the future. What property is left us, you can take; I don't want it." "As you like, Semyonitch," Avdotya replied mournfully. "You know best." "That's better. Only don't you suppose that I am angry with you, Arefyevna.
"Ech Arefyevna, we are all sinners. What's the good of talking about it!" "It's he, the villain, has ruined us both," said Avdotya in a cringing voice, and tears flowed down her face. "You must not leave it like that, Akim Semyonitch, you must get the money back. Don't think of me. I am ready to take my oath that I only lent him the money.
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