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Kalashnikov laughed at something and beckoned her with his finger. She went up to the table, and he showed her a picture of the Prophet Elijah, who, driving three horses abreast, was dashing up to the sky. Lyubka put her elbow on the table; her plait fell across her shoulder a long chestnut plait tied with red ribbon at the end and it almost touched the floor. She, too, smiled.
"That's the wind," said Kalashnikov; and after a pause he raised his eyes to Yergunov and asked: "And what is your learned opinion, Osip Vassilyitch are there devils in this world or not?" "What's one to say, brother?" said Yergunov, and he shrugged one shoulder.
After supper Kalashnikov prayed to the holy image without getting up from his seat, and shook hands with Merik; the latter prayed too, and shook Kalashnikov's hand. Lyubka cleared away the supper, shook out on the table some peppermint biscuits, dried nuts, and pumpkin seeds, and placed two bottles of sweet wine.
It has happened to me to see devils, too; that is, not devils with horns and a tail that is all nonsense but just, to speak precisely, something of the sort." "Where?" asked Kalashnikov. "In various places. There is no need to go far. Last year I met him here speak of him not at night near this very inn. I was driving, I remember, to Golyshino; I was going there to vaccinate.
But the revolver made no impression at all; the peasant went on looking at the book. "Yes, it is weather. . . . I lost my way, and if it had not been for the dogs here, I do believe it would have been my death. There would have been a nice to-do. And where are the women?" "The old woman has gone to Ryepino, and the girl is getting supper ready . . ." answered Kalashnikov. Silence followed.
His sleepy face softened and a look of envy came into it. "Look, Merik," Lyubka said to him; "get me such horses and I will drive to heaven." "Sinners can't drive to heaven," said Kalashnikov. "That's for holiness."
Yergunov went out into the yard to see that Kalashnikov did not go off with his horse. The snowstorm still persisted.
To his great happiness, Liubka had at last read through almost without faltering: "A good plough has Mikhey, and a good one has Sisoi as well... a swallow... a swing ... the children love God..." And as a reward for this Soloviev read aloud to her Of the Merchant Kalashnikov and of Kiribeievich, Life-guardsman of Czar Ivan the Fourth.
"Those who say that have never lived in freedom like Merik and Kalashnikov, and have never loved Lyubka; they have been beggars all their lives, have lived without any pleasure, and have only loved their wives, who are like frogs."
"Yes, there is no one but Filya," said Kalashnikov, with a sigh. "Reckon it up, he must be seventy; the German settlers knocked out one of his eyes, and he does not see well with the other. It is cataract.
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