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On getting home Rodion said his prayer, took off his boots, and sat down beside his wife. "Yes..." he began with a sigh. "We were walking along just now, and Mr. Kutcherov met us.... Yes.... He saw the girls at daybreak... 'Why don't they bring mushrooms,... he said 'to my wife and children? he said.... And then he looked at me and he said: 'I and my wife will look after you, he said.
Kutcherov, the engineer who was building the bridge, a stout, broad-shouldered, bearded man in a soft crumpled cap drove through the village in his racing droshky or his open carriage. Now and then on holidays navvies working on the bridge would come to the village; they begged for alms, laughed at the women, and sometimes carried off something.
Rodion and Stepanida, sitting side by side at their door, bowed and smiled to Elena Ivanovna and her little daughter as to acquaintances. From the windows more than a dozen children stared at them; their faces expressed amazement and curiosity, and they could be heard whispering: "The Kutcherov lady has come! The Kutcherov lady!"
This was exactly at the time when they were carting manure, and the blacksmith Rodion, a tall, gaunt old man, bareheaded and barefooted, was standing near his dirty and repulsive-looking cart and, flustered, looked at the ponies, and it was evident by his face that he had never seen such little horses before. "The Kutcherov lady has come!" was whispered around. "Look, the Kutcherov lady has come!"
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