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Updated: September 2, 2025
All were at a loss. They shouted at him but he made no reply. "Stiepan, are you ill?" asked the other soldier with the bandaged hand. "Perhaps we'd better call the priest, eh?" "Stiepan, drink some water," said the sailor. "Here, mate, have a drink." "What's the good of breaking his teeth with the jug," shouted Goussiev angrily. "Don't you see, you fatheads?" "What." "What!" cried Goussiev.
We learned from Stiepan that Moissey had been Mrs. Cheprakov's lover. I noticed that when people went to her for money they used to apply to Moissey first, and once I saw a peasant, a charcoal-burner, black all over, grovel at his feet.
His mother-in-law and his wife would whisper to each other, get up and look expectantly at him for some time, waiting for him to look at them, and then they would bow humbly and say in sweet, soft voices: "Good-bye, Stiepan Petrovich." And they would go away.
After that, Stiepan would put away the bundle of cracknels or the shirt they had left for him and sigh and give a wink in their direction and say: "The female sex!" The mill was worked with both wheels day and night. I used to help Stiepan, I liked it, and when he went away I was glad to take his place. After a spell of warm bright weather we had a season of bad roads.
Stiepan suddenly stopped and relapsed into his dreary, monotonous "U-lu-lu-lu." That meant that he had noticed me. Masha used often to visit the mill, she evidently took pleasure in her talks with Stiepan; he abused the peasants so sincerely and convincingly and this attracted her to him. When she returned from the mill the idiot who looked after the garden used to shout after her: "Paloshka!
Once when I went down to the river to bathe I involuntarily overheard a conversation. Masha and Cleopatra, both in white, were sitting on the bank under the broad shade of a willow and Stiepan was standing near with his hands behind his back, saying: "But are peasants human beings? Not they; they are, excuse me, brutes, beasts, and thieves. What does a peasant's life consist of?
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