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Let us trade the harrow, the plow, the sledge, the telega for money, and let us have a good time." "All right." The poor, weak man had no courage to refuse, and Woe Bogotir became his master and ruler. They went to a kabak and spent everything; drank, sang, and had a good time.

"He only came home this morning, probably rather drunk." Raisky approached the telega. "What do you want of him?" asked the woman. "To visit him." "Let him sleep." "Why?" "I am frightened here alone with him, and my husband won't be here yet. I hope he'll sleep." "Does he insult you?" "No, it would be wicked to say such a thing. But he is so restless and peculiar that I am afraid of him."

They took the water bravely, and plunged through the mud in gallant style. The telega in which we were seated a four-wheeled skeleton cart did not submit to the ill-treatment so silently. It creaked out its remonstrances and entreaties, and at the more difficult spots threatened to go to pieces; but its owner understood its character and capabilities, and paid no attention to its ominous threats.

The peculiarity of these villages is their extreme length, all the houses facing on the one wide street. Most of them are merely mud huts, others make pretensions to doors and windows, and a coat of whitewash. Near-by usually stands the old battered telega which served as a home during many months of travel over the Orenburg highway.

"Tell me rather why you sleep in the telega. Are you playing at Diogenes?" "Yes, because I must." They entered the hut and went into a boarded compartment, where stood Mark's bed with a thin old mattress, a thin wadded bed-cover and a tiny pillow. Scattered on a shelf on the wall, and on the table lay books, two guns hung on the wall, linen and clothes were tumbled untidily on the only chair.

Godfrey was indifferent whether he slept in a bed or in the telega, which, when the straw was fresh shaken up and a couple of rugs laid upon it, was by no means uncomfortable. The nights were not cold and no rain had fallen since he left Nijni.

In the shed were two horses, here was a pig surrounded by a litter of young, and a hen wandered around with her chickens. A little further off stood some cars and a big telega. "Does Mark Volokov live here?" asked Raisky. The woman pointed to the telega in silence. "That's his room," she said, pointing to one of the windows. "He sleeps in the telega." "At this time of day?"

She rocked the child in her arms, and Raisky looked curiously under the straw covering. Suddenly Mark's tangled hair and beard emerged and the woman vanished into the hut as he cried, "Fool, you don't know how to receive visitors." "Good-day! What has brought you here?" cried Mark as he crawled out of the telega and stretched himself. "A visit, perhaps."

Behind the house, on the side towards the village, linen lay out to bleach. One woman was rolling a cask, the coachman was chopping wood, a peasant got into the telega and gathered up the reins Boris saw only unfamiliar faces. But Yakob was there and looked sleepily round. One familiar face, but how aged! Raisky observed the scene intently.

In order not to be shoved into the water, Rouletabille had climbed a small rock that stood beside the route, and had waited there as though petrified himself. When the barbarians had finally passed by he climbed down again, but the route had become a bog of trampled filth. Happily, he heard the noise of a primitive conveyance behind him. It was a telega.