Sharov stepped out of the house, seated himself in the sleigh, and the horses galloped off. He attended to his business in town and returned home. Yegor, observing that his master was in a good humour, said to him: "Yegor Fiodorych, I have a favour to ask of you." "What is it?" "There's a young man from my village here, a good boy He's without a job." "Well?" "Wouldn't you take him?"