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Updated: May 9, 2025
To console dear old Saveliitch, I gave him my word, that for the future I would not dispose of single kopeck without his consent. Little by little he became calm, which did not, however, prevent him from grumbling out, now and then shaking his head: "A hundred roubles! It is easy to talk!" I drew near the place of my destination.
And how can they let them play games of chance? A nice way to bring them up, I must say! It's revolting!" But the children's play is so tempting that he feels an inclination to join them and to try his luck. "Wait a minute and I'll sit down to a game," he says. "Put down a kopeck!" "In a minute," he says, fumbling in his pockets. "I haven't a kopeck, but here is a rouble. I'll stake a rouble."
Starve he could, without a murmur, if he did not find work. But charity to the amount of one kopeck, one meal, even so much as a cup of water! he would accept from no man: no, not from Vladimir de Windt, though he felt towards him as towards a brother.
At the word "taxes," a new storm of wailing and imprecations broke out. "I could not pay another kopeck," cried one cadaverous looking wretch. "I work myself to death, and as it is can hardly keep starvation from the door." "Why don't they tax the nobles?" asked another. "They can stand it."
In the morning I have to see patients, and in the afternoon drive about. I drive, I give lectures to the natives, treat them, get angry with them, and as the Zemstvo has not granted me a single kopeck for organizing the medical centres I cadge from the wealthy, first from one and then from another.
Cannot I see that daily, at earliest dawn, Thedora rises to do washing and scrubbing, and remains working at it until late at night, even though her poor old bones must be aching for want of rest? Cannot I also see that YOU are ruining yourself for me, and hoarding your last kopeck that you may spend it on my behalf?
How could one give away the last kopeck and arrive penniless in a strange land? Every rouble taken from us was like a piece of our life. So my people and I began to weep and to beg for pity. 'Have compassion, we cried. Answered they: 'In a frontier town compassion dwells not. Give money. That will bring compassion. And they slammed the door, and we were locked in once more.
"The same as everyone else. . . . You see, I am a menial, I am my brother's servant; my brother's the servant of the visitors; the visitors are Varlamov's servants; and if I had ten millions, Varlamov would be my servant." "Why would he be your servant?" "Why, because there isn't a gentleman or millionaire who isn't ready to lick the hand of a scabby Jew for the sake of making a kopeck.
In the middle of the table is a white saucer with five kopecks in it. Beside the saucer, a half-eaten apple, a pair of scissors, and a plate on which they have been told to put their nutshells. The children are playing for money. The stake is a kopeck. The rule is: if anyone cheats, he is turned out at once.
Some shook their heads and thought: "There is the result of evil conduct how unlike ours!" Children looked with horror at the cut-throat, but the presence of the soldiers reassured them, for she was now powerless to do harm. A villager, returning from the mart, where he had disposed of his charcoal and visited an inn, offered her a kopeck.
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