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And they, as before, went on at a walking pace, taking no notice of us. 'Filofey! I whispered,'just try, keep more to the right; see if you can get by. Filofey tried kept to the right... but they promptly kept to the right too... It was impossible to get by. Filofey made another effort; he kept to the left.... But there, again, they did not let him pass the cart. They even laughed aloud.
Come, Shaggy, my trusty little horse, Filofey addressed the shaft-horse; 'step on, brother! Do your last bit of service! It's all the same... And he urged his horses into a trot We began to get near the bridge near that motionless, menacing cart.... In it everything was silent, as though on purpose. Not a single halloo!
The road we were driven along wound in a yellowish ribbon, the horses ran lightly and I could not close my eyes. I was admiring! And it all floated by, softened into harmony under the kindly light of the moon. Filofey he too was touched by it. 'Those meadows are called St. Yegor's, he said, turning to me.
'I say, Filofey, is it far to the ford? 'To the ford? It'll be near upon seven miles. 'Seven miles! I mused. 'We shan't get there for another hour. I can have a nap meanwhile. Filofey, do you know the road well? I asked again. 'Surely; how could I fail to know it? It's not the first time I've driven. He said something more, but I had ceased to listen.... I was asleep.
Now, now! get on, in God's name! I did not speak, but I felt happy too. 'We are safe! I repeated to myself, and lay down on the hay. 'We've got off cheap! I even felt rather ashamed that I had remembered that line of Zhukovsky's. Suddenly an idea occurred to me. 'Filofey! 'What is it? 'Are you married? 'Yes. 'And have you children? 'Yes. 'How was it you didn't think of them?
We fell to haggling; Filofey at first was stubborn; then he began to come down, but slowly. 'Ugh, you Filofey! you're a regular Filofey! Yermolai jeered at last and he went out, slamming the door angrily.
A wilderness... deathlike! If only a quail had called! We drove on for half an hour. Filofey kept constantly cracking his whip and clicking with his lips, but neither he nor I uttered a word. So we mounted the hillside.... Filofey pulled up the horses, and promptly said again: 'It is a rattle of wheels, master; yes, it is!
'Well, then, friend Filofey; I hear you have horses. Bring a team of three here we'll put them in my coach it's a light one and you drive me in to Tula. There's a moon now at night; it's light, and it's cool for driving. What sort of a road have you here? 'The road? There's naught amiss with the road.
'And beyond them come the Grand Duke's; there are no other meadows like them in all Russia.... Ah, it's lovely! The shaft-horse snorted and shook itself.... 'God bless you, commented Filofey gravely in an undertone. 'How lovely! he repeated with a sigh; then he gave a long sort of grunt. 'There, mowing time's just upon us, and think what hay they'll rake up there! regular mountains!
'Some vehicle is coming. 'Oh, you don't hear... shoo! The tambourines... and whistling too....Do you hear? Take off your cap... you will hear better. I didn't take off my cap, but I listened. 'Well, yes... perhaps. But what of it? Filofey turned round facing the horses. 'It's a cart coming... lightly; iron-rimmed wheels, he observed, and he took up the reins.
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