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"You go now by Efremovshtchina," he directed the coachman; "it's nearer through Mankino, but the road is worse that way. You might have an upset. . . . Good-bye, my charmer. Mille compliments to your artist!" "Good-bye, Olga Mihalovna, darling! Go indoors, or you will catch cold! It's damp!" "Wo-o-o! you rascal!" "What horses have you got here?" Pyotr Dmitritch asked.

Please God, you don't catch cold!" "Don't trouble, Olga Mihalovna," the ladies answered as they got into the carriage. "Well, good-bye. Mind now, we are expecting you; don't play us false!" "Wo-o-o!" the coachman checked the horses. "Ready, Denis! Good-bye, Olga Mihalovna!" "Kiss the children for me!" The carriage started and immediately disappeared into the darkness.

A new note came into the driver's voice, a soothing tone, full of kindness and admiration for the work his team had done. "Wo-o-o, lads! Stiddy-y-y, boys! Wo-o-o, there, Dan. Stiddy, stiddy, old man! Ho, there!" The cylinder took on a lower key, with short rising yells, as it ran empty for a moment. The horses had been going so long that they came to a stop reluctantly.

What was my consternation when the reeshlin' an' rattlin' stoppit at the shop door, an' I heard Sandy's voice roarin', "Way-wo, haud still, wo man, wo-o-o, will ye!" "What i' the face o' the earth's ado noo?" says I to mysel'; an' I goes my wa's to the door. Sandy had been up at Munromont for a load o' tatties.

Wo-o-o!" cried Tolly, straining at the reins till the veins of his neck and forehead seemed about to burst. But the horse would neither "stop" nor "wo-o-o!" It was otherwise, however, with the pony. That amiable creature had been trained well, and had learned obedience. Blessed quality!

At the Crooked Ravine, which was just half-way on the journey home, Tortchakov and his wife saw a saddled horse standing motionless, and sniffing last year's dry grass. On a hillock beside the roadside a red-haired Cossack was sitting doubled up, looking at his feet. "Christ is risen!" Maxim shouted to him. "Wo-o-o!" "Truly He is risen," answered the Cossack, without raising his head.