the witch and other stories-第33章

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parcel；　he　opened　it；　and　there　was　the　gleam　of　roubles　
perfectly　new　coins。　He　took　one；　tried　it　with　his　teeth；　flung
it　on　the　tray；　then　flung　down　another。

〃The　roubles　really　are　false　。　。　。〃　he　said；　looking　at　Aksinya
and　seeming　perplexed。　〃These　are　those　Anisim　brought；　his
present。　Take　them；　daughter；〃　he　whispered；　and　thrust　the
parcel　into　her　hands。　〃Take　them　and　throw　them　into　the　well　。
。　。　confound　them！　And　mind　there　is　no　talk　about　it。　Harm　might
come　of　it。　。　。　。　Take　away　the　samovar；　put　out　the　light。〃

Lipa　and　her　mother　sitting　in　the　barn　saw　the　lights　go　out　one
after　the　other；　only　overhead　in　Varvara's　room　there　were　blue
and　red　lamps　gleaming；　and　a　feeling　of　peace；　content；　and
happy　ignorance　seemed　to　float　down　from　there。　Praskovya　could
never　get　used　to　her　daughter's　being　married　to　a　rich　man；　and
when　she　came　she　huddled　timidly　in　the　outer　room　with　a
deprecating　smile　on　her　face；　and　tea　and　sugar　were　sent　out　to
her。　And　Lipa；　too；　could　not　get　used　to　it　either；　and　after
her　husband　had　gone　away　she　did　not　sleep　in　her　bed；　but　lay
down　anywhere　to　sleep；　in　the　kitchen　or　the　barn；　and　every　day
she　scrubbed　the　floor　or　washed　the　clothes；　and　felt　as　though
she　were　hired　by　the　day。　And　now；　on　coming　back　from　the
service；　they　drank　tea　in　the　kitchen　with　the　cook；　then　they
went　into　the　barn　and　lay　down　on　the　ground　between　the　sledge
and　the　wall。　It　was　dark　here　and　smelt　of　harness。　The　lights
went　out　about　the　house；　then　they　could　hear　the　deaf　man
shutting　up　the　shop；　the　mowers　settling　themselves　about　the
yard　to　sleep。　In　the　distance　at　the　Hrymin　Juniors'　they　were
playing　on　the　expensive　concertina。　。　。　。　Praskovya　and　Lipa
began　to　go　to　sleep。

And　when　they　were　awakened　by　somebody's　steps　it　was　bright
moonlight；　at　the　entrance　of　the　barn　stood　Aksinya　with　her
bedding　in　her　arms。

〃Maybe　it's　a　bit　cooler　here；〃　she　said；　then　she　came　in　and
lay　down　almost　in　the　doorway　so　that　the　moonlight　fell　full
upon　her。

She　did　not　sleep；　but　breathed　heavily；　tossing　from　side　to
side　with　the　heat；　throwing　off　almost　all　the　bedclothes。　And
in　the　magic　moonlight　what　a　beautiful；　what　a　proud　animal　she
was！　A　little　time　passed；　and　then　steps　were　heard　again：　the
old　father；　white　all　over；　appeared　in　the　doorway。

〃Aksinya；〃　he　called；　〃　are　you　here？〃

〃Well？〃　she　responded　angrily。

〃I　told　you　just　now　to　throw　the　money　into　the　well；　have　you
done　so？〃

〃What　next；　throwing　property　into　the　water！　I　gave　them　to　the
mowers。　。　。　。〃

〃Oh　my　God！〃　cried　the　old　man；　dumbfounded　and　alarmed。　〃Oh　my
God！　you　wicked　woman。　。　。　。〃

He　flung　up　his　hands　and　went　out；　and　he　kept　saying　something
as　he　went　away。　And　a　little　later　Aksinya　sat　up　and　sighed
heavily　with　annoyance；　then　got　up　and；　gathering　up　her
bedclothes　in　her　arms；　went　out。

〃Why　did　you　marry　me　into　this　family；　mother？〃　said　Lipa。

〃One　has　to　be　married；　daughter。　It　was　not　us　who　ordained　it。〃

And　a　feeling　of　inconsolable　woe　was　ready　to　take　possession　of
them。　But　it　seemed　to　them　that　someone　was　looking　down　from
the　height　of　the　heavens；　out　of　the　blue　from　where　the　stars
were　seeing　everything　that　was　going　on　in　Ukleevo；　watching
over　them。　And　however　great　was　wickedness；　still　the　night　was
calm　and　beautiful；　and　still　in　God's　world　there　is　and　will　be
truth　and　justice　as　calm　and　beautiful；　and　everything　on　earth
is　only　waiting　to　be　made　one　with　truth　and　justice；　even　as
the　moonlight　is　blended　with　the　night。

And　both；　huddling　close　to　one　another；　fell　asleep　comforted。

VI

News　had　come　long　before　that　Anisim　had　been　put　in　prison　for
coining　and　passing　bad　money。　Months　passed；　more　than　half　a
year　passed；　the　long　winter　was　over；　spring　had　begun；　and
everyone　in　the　house　and　the　village　had　grown　used　to　the　fact
that　Anisim　was　in　prison。　And　when　anyone　passed　by　the　house　or
the　shop　at　night　he　would　remember　that　Anisim　was　in　prison；
and　when　they　rang　at　the　churchyard　for　some　reason；　that；　too；
reminded　them　that　he　was　in　prison　awaiting　trial。

It　seemed　as　though　a　shadow　had　fallen　upon　the　house。　The　house
looked　darker；　the　roof　was　rustier；　the　heavy；　iron…bound　door
into　the　shop；　which　was　painted　green；　was　covered　with　cracks；
or；　as　the　deaf　man　expressed　it；　〃blisters〃；　and　old　Tsybukin
seemed　to　have　grown　dingy；　too。　He　had　given　up　cutting　his　hair
and　beard；　and　looked　shaggy。　He　no　longer　sprang　jauntily　into
his　chaise；　nor　shouted　to　beggars：　〃God　will　provide！〃　His
strength　was　on　the　wane；　and　that　was　evident　in　everything。
People　were　less　afraid　of　him　now；　and　the　police　officer　drew
up　a　formal　charge　against　him　in　the　shop　though　he　received　his
regular　bribe　as　before；　and　three　times　the　old　man　was　called
up　to　the　town　to　be　tried　for　illicit　dealing　in　spirits；　and
the　case　was　continually　adjourned　owing　to　the　non…appearance　of
witnesses；　and　old　Tsybukin　was　worn　out　with　worry。

He　often　went　to　see　his　son；　hired　somebody；　handed　in　a
petition　to　somebody　else；　presented　a　holy　banner　to　some
church。　He　presented　the　governor　of　th　e　prison　in　which　Anisim
was　confined　with　a　silver　glass　stand　with　a　long　spoon　and　the
inscription：　〃The　soul　knows　its　right　measure。〃

〃There　is　no　one　to　look　after　things　for　us；〃　said　Varvara。
〃Tut；　tut。　。　。　。　You　ought　to　ask　someone　of　the　gentlefolks；
they　would　write　to　the　head　officials。　。　。　。　At　least　they　might
let　him　out　on　bail！　Why　wear　the　poor　fellow　out？〃

She；　too；　was　grieved；　but　had　grown　stouter　and　whiter；　she
lighted　the　lamps　before　the　ikons　as　before；　and　saw　that
everything　in　the　house　was　clean；　and　regaled　the　guests　with
jam　and　apple　cheese。　The　deaf　man　and　Aksinya　looked　after　the
shop。　A　new　project　was　in　progress　　a　brickyard　in　Butyokino
　and　Aksinya　went　there　almost　every　day　in　the　chaise。　She
drove　herself；　and　when　she　met　acquaintances　she　stretched　out
her　neck　like　a　snake　out　of　the　young　rye；　and　smiled　naively
and　enigmatically。　Lipa　spent　her　time　playing　with　the　baby
which　had　been　born　to　her　before　Lent。　It　was　a　tiny；　thin；
pitiful　little　baby；　and　it　was　strange　that　it　should　cry　and
gaze　about　and　be　considered　a　human　being；　and　even　be　called
Nikifor。　He　lay　in　his　swinging　cradle；　and　Lipa　would　walk　away
towards　the　door　and　say；　bowing　to　him：

〃Good…day；　Nikifor　Anisimitch！〃

And　she　would　rush　at　him　and　kiss　him。　Then　she　would　walk　away
to　the　door；　bow　again；　and　say：

'Good…day；　Nikifor　Anisimitch！

And　he　kicked　up　his　little　red　legs；　and　his　crying　was　mixed
with　laughter　like　the　carpenter　Elizarov's。

At　last　the　day　of　the　trial　was　fixed。　Tsybukin　went　away　five
days　before。　Then　they　heard　that　the　peasants　called　as
witnesses　had　been　fetched；　their　old　workman　who　had　received　a
notice　to　appear　went　too。

The　trial　was　on　a　Thursday。　But　Sunday　had　passed；　and　Tsybukin
was　still　not　back；　and　there　was　no　news。　Towards　the　evening　on
Tuesday　Varvara　was　sitting　at　the　open　window；　listening　for　her
husband　to　come。　In　the　next　room　Lipa　was　playing　with　her　baby。
She　was　tossing　him　up　in　her　arms　and　saying　enthusiastically：

〃You　will　grow　up　ever　so　big；　ever　so　big。　You　will　be　a
peasant；　we　shall　go　out　to　work　together！　We　shall　go　out　to
work　together！〃

〃Come；　come；〃　said　Varvara；　offended。　〃Go　out　to　work；　what　an
idea；　you　silly　girl！　He　will　be　a　merchant　。　。　。！〃

Lipa　sang　softly；　but　a　minute　later　she　forgot　and　again：

〃You　will　grow　ever　so　big；　ever　so　big。　You　will　be　a　peasant；
we'll　go　out　to　work　together。〃

〃There　she　is　at　it　again！〃

Lipa；　with　Nikifor　in　her　arms；　stood　still　in　the　doorway　and
asked：

〃Why　do　I　love　him　so　much；　mamma？　Why　do　I　feel　so　sorry　for
him？〃　she　went　on　in　a　quivering　voice；　and　her　eyes　glistened
with　tears。　〃Who　is　he？　What　is　he　like？　As　light　as　a　little
feather；　as　a　little　crumb；　but　I　love　him；　I　love　him　like　a
real　person。　Here　he　can　do　nothing；　he　can't　talk；　and　yet　I
know　what　he　wants　with　his　little　eyes。〃