Immediately after the departure of the smiling clerk, Nekhludoff heard angry women's voices interrupted by the voice of the clerk. He listened.
"I have no more strength. You want the cross on my breast," said an exasperated voice.
"She only ran in," said another voice. "Give her up, I say. Why do you torture the beast, and keep the milk from the children?"
Nekhludoff walked around the house where he saw two disheveled women, one of whom was evidently pregnant, standing near the staircase. On the stairs, with his hands in the pockets of his crash overcoat, stood the clerk. Seeing their master, the women became silent and began to arrange their 'kerchiefs, which had fallen from their heads, while the clerk took his hands out of his pockets and began to smile.
The clerk explained that the peasants purposely permitted their calves, and even cows, to roam over the master's meadows. That two cows belonging to these women had been caught on the meadow and driven into an inclosure. The clerk demanded from the women thirty copecks per cow, or two days' work.
"Time and again I told them," said the smiling clerk, looking around at Nekhludoff, as if calling him to witness, "to look out for cows when driving them to feed."
"I just went to see to the child, and they walked away."
"Don't leave them when you undertake to look after them."
"And who would feed my child?"
"If they had only grazed, at least, they would have no pains in their stomachs. But they only walked in."
"All the meadows are spoiled," the clerk turned to Nekhludoff. "If they are not made to pay there will be no hay left."
"Don't be sinning," cried the pregnant woman. "My cow was never caught."
"But now that she was caught, pay for her, or work."
"Well, then, I will work. But return me the cow; don't torture her," she cried angrily. "It is bad enough as it is; I get no rest, either day or night. Mother-in-law is sick; my husband is drunk. Single-handed I have to do all the work, and I have no strength. May you choke yourself!" she shouted and began to weep.
Nekhludoff asked the clerk to release the cows and returned to the house, wondering why people do not see what is so plain.
CHAPTER V.
Whether it was because there were fewer peasants present, or because he was not occupied with himself, but with the matter in hand, Nekhludoff felt no agitation when the seven peasants chosen from the villagers responded to the summons.
He first of all expressed his views on private ownership of land.
"As I look upon it," he said, "land ought not to be the subject of purchase and sale, for if land can be sold, then those who have money will buy it all in and charge the landless what they please for the use of it. People will then be compelled to pay for the right to stand on the earth," he added, quoting Spencer's argument.
"There remains to put on wings and fly," said an old man with smiling eyes and gray beard.
"That's so," said a long-nosed peasant in a deep basso.
"Yes, sir," said the ex-soldier.
"The old woman took some grass for the cow. They caught her, and to jail she went," said a good-natured, lame peasant.
"There is land for five miles around, but the rent is higher than the land can produce," said the toothless, angry old man.
"I am of the same opinion as you," said Nekhludoff, "and that is the reason I want to give you the land."
"Well, that would be a kind deed," said a broad-shouldered old peasant with a curly, grayish beard like that of Michael Angelo's Moses, evidently thinking that Nekhludoff intended to rent out the land.
"That is why I came here. I do not wish to own the land any longer, but it is necessary to consider how to dispose of it."
"You give it to the peasants—that's all," said the toothless, angry peasant.
For a moment Nekhludoff was confused, seeing in these words doubt of the sincerity of his purpose. But he shook it off, and took advantage of the remark to say what he intended.
"I would be only too glad to give it," he said, "but to whom and how shall I give it? Why should I give it to your community rather than to the Deminsky community?" Deminsky was a neighboring village with very little land.
They were all silent. Only the ex-soldier said, "Yes, sir."
"And now tell me how would you distribute the land?"
"How? We would give each an equal share," said an oven-builder, rapidly raising and lowering his eyebrows.
"How else? Of course divide it equally," said a good-natured, lame peasant, whose feet, instead of socks, were wound in a white strip of linen.
This decision was acquiesced in by all as being satisfactory.
"But how?" asked Nekhludoff, "are the domestics also to receive equal shares?"
"No, sir," said the ex-soldier, assuming a cheerful mood. But the sober-minded tall peasant disagreed with him.
"If it is to be divided, everybody is to get an equal share," after considering awhile, he said in a deep basso.
"That is impossible," said Nekhludoff, who was already prepared with his objection. "If everyone was to get an equal share, then those who do not themselves work would sell their shares to the rich. Thus the land would again get into the hands of the rich. Again, the people that worked their own shares would multiply, and the landlords would again get the landless into their power."
"Yes, sir," the ex-soldier hastily assented.
"The selling of land should be prohibited; only those that cultivate it themselves should be allowed to own it," said the oven-builder, angrily interrupting the soldier.
To this Nekhludoff answered that it would be difficult to determine whether one cultivated the land for himself or for others.
Then the sober-minded old man suggested that the land should be given to them as an association, and that only those that took part in cultivating it should get their share.
Nekhludoff was ready with arguments against this communistic scheme, and he retorted that in such case it would be necessary that all should have plows, that each should have the same number of horses, and that none should lag behind, or that everything should belong to society, for which the consent of every one was necessary.
"Our people will never agree," said the angry old man.
"There will be incessant fighting among them," said the white-bearded peasant with the shining eyes. "The women will scratch each other's eyes out."
"The next important question is," said Nekhludoff, "how to divide the land according to quality. You cannot give black soil to some and clay and sand to others."
"Let each have a part of both," said the oven-builder.
To this Nekhludoff answered that it was not a question of dividing the land in one community, but of the division of land generally among all the communities. If the land is to be given gratis to the peasants, then why should some get good land, and others poor land? There would be a rush for the good land.
"Yes, sir," said the ex-soldier.
The others were silent.
"You see, it is not as simple as it appears at first sight," said Nekhludoff. "We are not the only ones, there are other people thinking of the same thing. And now, there is an American, named George, who devised the following scheme, and I agree with him."
"What is that to you? You are the master; you distribute the land, and there is an end to it," said the angry peasant.
This interruption somewhat confused Nekhludoff, but he was glad to see that others were also dissatisfied with this interruption.
"Hold on, Uncle Semen; let him finish," said the old man in an impressive basso.
This encouraged Nekhludoff, and he proceeded to explain the single-tax theory of Henry George.
"The land belongs to no one—it belongs to the Creator."
"That's so!"
"Yes, sir."
"The land belongs to all in common. Every one has an equal right to it. But there is good land, and there is poor land. And the question is, how to divide the land equally. The answer to this is, that those who own the better land should pay to those who own the poorer the value of the better land. But as it is difficult to determine how much anyone should pay, and to whom, and as society needs money for common utilities, let every land owner pay to society the full value of his land—less, if it is poorer; more, if it is better. And those who do not wish to own land will have their taxes paid by the land owners."