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'Well, at least he might pay for your bast shoes; you go out hunting with him; you must use a pair a day. 'He does give me something for bast shoes. 'Yes, he gave you two coppers last year. Kalinitch turned away in vexation, but Hor went off into a chuckle, during which his little eyes completely disappeared. Kalinitch sang rather sweetly and played a little on the balalaeca.
Polutikin ordered the coachman to stop at a low-pitched cottage and called loudly, 'Kalinitch! 'Coming, your honour, coming' sounded a voice from the yard; 'I am tying on my shoes. We went on at a walk; outside the village a man of about forty over-took us. He was tall and thin, with a small and erect head. It was Kalinitch.
Hor had a grasp of actuality that is to say, he looked ahead, was saving a little money, kept on good terms with his master and the other authorities; Kalinitch wore shoes of bast, and lived from hand to mouth. Hor had reared a large family, who were obedient and united; Kalinitch had once had a wife, whom he had been afraid of, and he had had no children. Hor took a very critical view of Mr.
'No, it will rain, Kalinitch replied; 'the ducks yonder are splashing, and the scent of the grass is strong. We drove into the copse. Kalinitch began singing in an undertone as he was jolted up and down on the driver's seat, and he kept gazing and gazing at the sunset. The next day I left the hospitable roof of Mr. Polutikin.
I'll marry you, depend on it.... And you, your honour, don't be vexed with him; you see, he's only a baby; he's not had time to get much sense. Fedya shook his head. 'Is Hor at home? sounded a well-known voice; and Kalinitch came into the cottage with a bunch of wild strawberries in his hands, which he had gathered for his friend Hor. The old man gave him a warm welcome.
Hor was a positive, practical man, with a head for management, a rationalist; Kalinitch, on the other hand, belonged to the order of idealists and dreamers, of romantic and enthusiastic spirits.
Kalinitch had no liking for argument, and believed in everything blindly; Hor had reached even an ironical point of view of life. He had seen and experienced much, and I learnt a good deal from him. For instance, from his account I learnt that every year before mowing-time a small, peculiar-looking cart makes its appearance in the villages.
He did, in fact, understand his position. Talking with Hor, I for the first time listened to the simple, wise discourse of the Russian peasant. His acquirements were, in his own opinion, wide enough; but he could not read, though Kalinitch could.
'Well, is that with them as it is with us, or different?... Come, tell us, your honour, how is it? 'Ah, Lord, thy will be done! Kalinitch would exclaim while I told my story; Hor did not speak, but frowned with his bushy eyebrows, only observing at times, 'That wouldn't do for us; still, it's a good thing it's right. All his inquiries, I cannot recount, and it is unnecessary; but from our conversations I carried away one conviction, which my readers will certainly not anticipate ... the conviction that Peter the Great was pre-eminently a Russian Russian, above all, in his reforms.
But Kalinitch was endowed with powers which even Hor recognised; he could charm away haemorrhages, fits, madness, and worms; his bees always did well; he had a light hand. Hor asked him before me to introduce a newly bought horse to his stable, and with scrupulous gravity Kalinitch carried out the old sceptic's request. Kalinitch was in closer contact with nature; Hor with men and society.
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