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Updated: June 8, 2025
Staggering, he went into the cowshed, and without undressing he rolled into a sledge and began to snore at once. When first the crosses on the church and then the windows were flashing in the light of the rising sun, and shadows stretched across the yard over the dewy grass from the trees and the top of the well, Matvey Savitch jumped up and began hurrying about: "Kuzka! get up!" he shouted.
The evening was hot and close, no one felt inclined for sleep. When it was getting dark and pale stars began to twinkle here and there in the sky, Matvey Savitch began to tell how he had come by Kuzka. Afanasyevna and Sofya stood a little way off, listening. Kuzka had gone to the gate.
It got to the ears of the police; they had Vasya dug up and cut open, and in his stomach they found arsenic. It was clear he had been poisoned; the police came and took Mashenka away, and with her the innocent Kuzka. They were put in prison.... The woman had gone too far God punished her.... Eight months later they tried her.
From my fence I could see everything; he ran into the house, and came back a minute later with Kuzka in his arms, and he was laughing and crying all at once; he was kissing Kuzka and looking up at the hay-loft, and hadn't the heart to put the child down, and yet he was longing to go to his pigeons. He was always a soft sort of chap sentimental. That day passed off very well, all quiet and proper.
Kuzka, sleepy, tired, covered with dew, sat up in the cart, lazily putting on his little overcoat, and listening to the drip of the water from the bucket into the well as he shivered with the cold. "Auntie!" shouted Matvey Savitch to Sofya, "tell my lad to hurry up and to harness the horses!"
Ah, Masha, Masha! you would not listen to me when I gave you good advice, and now you must repent it. You are yourself to blame, said I; 'blame yourself! I was giving her good counsel, but she: 'Go away, go away! huddling herself and Kuzka against the wall, and trembling all over.
The stranger seemed to be a man fond of talking and ready of speech, and Dyudya learned from him that he was from the town, was of the tradesman class, and had a house of his own, that his name was Matvey Savitch, that he was on his way now to look at some gardens that he was renting from some German colonists, and that the boy's name was Kuzka.
He was a long while reading and crossing himself. The travellers fell asleep. Afanasyevna and Sofya came up to the cart and began looking at Kuzka. "The little orphan's asleep," said the old woman. "He's thin and frail, nothing but bones. No mother and no one to care for him properly." "My Grishutka must be two years older," said Sofya. "Up at the factory he lives like a slave without his mother.
"He's curled himself up like a cat," she said, sobbing and laughing with tenderness and sorrow.... "Poor motherless mite!" Kuzka started and opened his eyes. He saw before him an ugly, wrinkled, tear-stained face, and beside it another, aged and toothless, with a sharp chin and hooked nose, and high above them the infinite sky with the flying clouds and the moon.
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