The money heearns he sends home all to a copeck. No nonsense of any kindabout him his life is as good as a young maiden's. She was returning to her village, and related how her husband,whom she had been visiting, had received her in town. We get home, our fingers swollen, our arms aching,and she, instead of resting, rushes off to the barn to makebinders for the sheaves for next day. #SATISFACTORY TRACTOR FULL#She's a smart woman, young, and full oflife and as to work, friend, she'd grown that eager that I hadto stop her. Imow and she binds the sheaves, and sometimes we both of us reap.I am good at work and not afraid of it, but she's better still atwhatever she takes up. At that time we rented three desiatins,and by God's help we had a wonderful crop both of oats and rye. You and Taras had better go and see to it tomorrow.'Well, friend, from that moment she took to the work and worked sothat every one wondered. It's allinterwoven and heavy, and has sunk beneath its weight that mustbe reaped. 'Down on the manured acre, by the Lord's help, the groundhas borne such rye that the sickle can't tackle it. Now,' says he, 'is not the time for all that there's the harvest to be gathered in down at Skorodino,' hesays. Mother says, 'The Lord will forgive you.' Andfather said, 'How d'you do?' and 'What's past is past. We got home, and she just fellat mother's feet. I have forgivenyou long ago,' and I said no more. I did not myself know what Iwas doing.' So I say, 'Words won't mend matters. just as we were comingup to the house she says, 'And how's mother is she alive?' 'Yes,she's alive.' 'And father is he alive? 'Yes, he is.' 'Forgiveme, Taras,' she says, 'for my folly. She got in and wrapped her shawl round her, and off wedrove. Have you come on foot?' 'No, I have thehorse here.' So I went and paid the ostler, and harnessed, put inall the hay that was left, and covered it with sacking for her tosit on. 'You are Vargoushoff?' 'I am.' 'Well, you may take her.' Thegates opened, and they led her out in her own clothes quite allright. Well, friend, so I got totown, put up the mare, took the paper, and went to the prison.'What do you want?' 'This is what I want,' say I, 'you've got mywife here in prison.' 'And have you got a paper?' I gave him thepaper. As soon as he had written that paper," drawled out Taras,just as if he were speaking of a shot being fired, "we succeededat once. Well, and what do you think, friend? I wentand pawned the linen she herself had woven, and gave him themoney. 'Yougive me five roubles, and I'll get her out,' says he. Then we happened to comeacross a clerksuch an artful one as you don't often find. I think he went to five ofthem, and we thought of giving it up. Could we not bail her out? So father went tosee an official. And harvest time just coming, and motherthe only woman at home, and she no longer strong. Then, naturallythe prison, andfather returns alone. That's right," said the old man, with a look at Nekhludoff,"it's the best way to go and see him, else a young man can easilygo to the bad, living in a town." 'While wekeep her here,' she says, 'she may destroy us all likecockroaches.' Well, friend, so she goes off for the policeofficer. She may come to hersenses.' But, dear me, mother would not hear of it. 'Wait, wife,' sayshe, 'the little woman is a mere child, and did not herself knowwhat she was doing. 'I'm going,' says she, 'to thepolice officer.' My father is a just old man. Well, then in this way, my friend, the business became known.Mother, she takes that cake. Well, and to you? Was she kinder, now?" asked the gardener.
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