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"Our property is in common, so the horses are in common, too, and you ought to understand that, brother." A silence followed. Yakov did not go on praying, but waited for Matvey to go away from the door. "Brother," said Matvey, "I am a sick man. I don't want possession let them go; you have them, but give me a small share to keep me in my illness. Give it me and I'll go away." Yakov did not speak.
'I always trusted in him; if the Lord had vouchsafed him long life, he would not have abandoned me. God grant him His heavenly peace!... She wiped her eyes with a corner of her kerchief. 'Where are you living now? I inquired. 'I'm here now, in Moscow; I came here with my mistress, but now I'm out of a place. I did go to Yakov Ivanitch's aunt, but she is very poor herself.
"Quite beside themselves, Yakov Alpatych; they've fetched another barrel." "Well, then, listen! I'll go to the police officer, and you tell them so, and that they must stop this and the carts must be got ready." "I understand." Alpatych did not insist further. He had managed people for a long time and knew that the chief way to make them obey is to show no suspicion that they can possibly disobey.
Matvey opened the door very softly and went into the prayer-room. "It's a sin, such a sin!" he said reproachfully, and heaved a sigh. "Repent! Think what you are doing, brother!" Yakov Ivanitch, clenching his fists and not looking at him for fear of striking him, went quickly out of the room.
He has grown feeble. And why be silent? He ought to prosecute her, they wouldn't flatter her in the police court." "Wouldn't flatter whom?" asked Crutch, not hearing. "What?" "The woman's all right, she does her best. In their line of business they can't get on without that... without sin, I mean...." "From his own house," Yakov went on with irritation.
"Good-evening, Lipinka," cried Crutch delighted. "Dear girls and women, love the rich carpenter! Ho-ho! My little children, my little children. Crutch and Yakov went on further and could still be heard talking. Then after them the crowd was met by old Tsybukin and there was a sudden hush.
The Gabbler gave a faint squeak, in confusion looked away at the ceiling, twitched his shoulder, and said no more. 'Cast lots, the Wild Master pronounced emphatically; 'and the pot on the table. Nikolai Ivanitch bent down, and with a gasp picked up the pot of beer from the floor and set it on the table. The Wild Master glanced at Yakov, and said 'Come!
The Gabbler held out his dirty cap, with its broken peak hanging loose; Yakov dropped his halfpenny in, and the booth-keeper his. 'You must pick out one, said the Wild Master, turning to the Blinkard. The Blinkard smiled complacently, took the cap in both hands, and began shaking it. For an instant a profound silence reigned; the halfpennies clinked faintly, jingling against each other.
Her maid, a deft Viennese, who had remained with this accommodating mistress for five years, quieted her by telling her that the master was better, that he was still asleep, not having slept for the greater part of the night. "The doctor and Yakov were busy with him most of the night," she explained.
The longing for home had begun from the very time he had been brought to Odessa, and the convict train had stopped in the night at Progonnaya; and Yakov, pressing to the window, had tried to see his own home, and could see nothing in the darkness. He had no one with whom to talk of home. His sister Aglaia had been sent right across Siberia, and he did not know where she was now.
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