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Updated: June 8, 2025
"'You must pay, says he... 'coin, says he.... Coin or no coin, we shall have to collect ten kopecks from every hut. We've offended the gentleman very much. I am sorry for him...." "We've lived without a bridge," said Volodka, not looking at anyone, "and we don't want one." "What next; the bridge is a government business." "We don't want it." "Your opinion is not asked. What is it to you?"
"You'll come back drunk again, you currish Herod," said Lukerya, looking at him angrily. "Go along, go along, and may you burn up with vodka, you tailless Satan!" "You hold your tongue," shouted Volodka. "They've married me to a fool, they've ruined me, a luckless orphan, you red-headed drunkard..." wailed Lukerya, wiping her face with a hand covered with dough.
"'Your opinion is not asked," Volodka mimicked him. "We don't want to drive anywhere; what do we want with a bridge? If we have to, we can cross by the boat." Someone from the yard outside knocked at the window so violently that it seemed to shake the whole hut. "Is Volodka at home?" he heard the voice of the younger Lytchkov. "Volodka, come out, come along."
They also were met very cordially, just like Karl Karlovich of the optical shop and Volodka of the fish store with raptures, cries and kisses, flattering to their self-esteem. The spry Niurka would jump out into the foyer, and, having informed herself as to who had come, would report excitedly, after her wont: "Jennka, your husband has come!" Or: "Little Manka, your lover has come!"
"I wish I had never set eyes on you." Volodka gave her a blow on the ear and went off. Elena Ivanovna and her little daughter visited the village on foot. They were out for a walk. It was a Sunday, and the peasant women and girls were walking up and down the street in their brightly-coloured dresses.
All of them Rodion, the two Lytchkovs, and Volodka thought of the white horses, the little ponies, the fireworks, the boat with the lanterns; they remembered how the engineer's wife, so beautiful and so grandly dressed, had come into the village and talked to them in such a friendly way. And it seemed as though all that had never been; it was like a dream or a fairy-tale.
Leave them free, and they will ruin all the meadows! You've no sort of right to ill-treat people! We are not serfs now!" "We are not serfs now!" repeated Volodka. "We got on all right without a bridge," said the elder Lytchkov gloomily; "we did not ask for it. What do we want a bridge for? We don't want it!" "Brothers, good Christians, we cannot leave it like this!"
Volodka jumped down off the stove and began looking for his cap. "Don't go, Volodka," said Rodion diffidently. "Don't go with them, son. You are foolish, like a little child; they will teach you no good; don't go!" "Don't go, son," said Stepanida, and she blinked as though about to shed tears. "I bet they are calling you to the tavern." "'To the tavern," Volodka mimicked.
He never lost an opportunity, while shuffling the cards between two rubbers, or playing a successful trump, of dropping a hint about his Volodka to any personage of importance who was a devotee of cards.
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