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Updated: June 29, 2025
Erofay fitted in the new axle, first exposing it to a severe and most unjust criticism; and an hour later I set off, leaving a small sum of money with Kassyan, which at first he was unwilling to accept, but afterwards, after a moment's thought, holding it in his hand, he put it in his bosom.
Her whole person was small and thin, but very neat and graceful, and her pretty little face was strikingly like Kassyan's own, though he was certainly not handsome. There were the same thin features, and the same strange expression, shy and confiding, melancholy and shrewd, and her gestures were the same.... Kassyan kept his eyes fixed on her; she took her stand at his side.
And, your honour, be pleased to choose the axle yourself; be pleased to choose a sound one.... Well, Flea, he added aloud, 'could I get a bit of bread in your house? 'Look about; you may find some, answered Kassyan. He pulled the reins and we rolled away. His little horse, to my genuine astonishment, did not go badly.
'I will come with you.... Can I? 'Certainly, certainly. So we went together. The land cleared was about a mile in length. I must confess I watched Kassyan more than my dogs.
Among low bushes and in clearings there are often little grey birds which constantly flit from tree to tree, and which whistle as they dart away. Kassyan mimicked them, answered their calls; a young quail flew from between his feet, chirruping, and he chirruped in imitation of him; a lark began to fly down above him, moving his wings and singing melodiously: Kassyan joined in his song.
'Well, a trap ... a fine trap! he repeated, and taking it by the shafts almost turned it completely upside down. 'A trap!... But what will you drive in it to the clearing?... You can't harness our horses in these shafts; our horses are all too big. 'I don't know, replied Kassyan, 'what you are going to drive; that beast perhaps, he added with a sigh.
But for man another food has been provided; his food is other, and other his sustenance: bread, the good gift of God, and the water of heaven, and the tame beasts that have come down to us from our fathers of old. I looked in astonishment at Kassyan. His words flowed freely; he did not hesitate for a word; he spoke with quiet inspiration and gentle dignity, sometimes closing his eyes.
'It is a blessing, oh, Lord! What warmth in the woods! He gave a movement of the shoulders and fell into silence. With a vague look round him he began softly to sing. I could not catch all the words of his slow chant; I heard the following: 'They call me Kassyan, But my nickname's the Flea.
'Your coachman is a righteous man, Kassyan answered thoughtfully. 'I too am not without sin. They call me a doctor.... Me a doctor, indeed! And who can heal the sick? That is all a gift from God. But there are ... yes, there are herbs, and there are flowers; they are of use, of a certainty.
'Tell me, please, Erofay, I began, 'what sort of a man is Kassyan? Erofay did not answer me at once: he was, in general, a reflective and deliberate fellow; but I could see directly that my question was soothing and cheering to him. 'The Flea? he said at last, gathering up the reins; 'he's a queer fellow; yes, a crazy chap; such a queer fellow, you wouldn't find another like him in a hurry.
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