'Come on, Grannie,' the elder said sternly, 'time you got some sense into that head of yours!'
Life became completely and utterly depressing without a samovar in the Chikildeyevs' hut. There was some^rng humiliating, degrading in this deprivation, as though the hut itself were in disgrace. It wouldn't have been so bad if the elder had only taken the table, all the benches and pots instead - then the place wouldn't have looked so bare as it did now. Grannie yelled, Marya wept and the little girls looked at her and wept too. The old man felt guilty and sat in one corner, his head downcast and not saying a word. Nikolay did not say a word either: Grannie was very fond of him and felt sorry for him, but now all compassion was forgotten as she suddenly attacked him with a str^m of reproaches and insults, shaking her fists right under his nose. He was to blame for everything, she screamed. And in actual fact, why had he sent them so little, when in his letters he had boasted that he was earning fifty roubles a month at the Slav Fair? And why did he have to come with his family? How would they pay for the funeral if he died ...? Nikolay, Olga and 78 Sasha made a pathetic sight.
The old man wheezed, picked his cap up and went off to see the elder. Already it was getting dark. Antip Sedelnikov was soldering something near the stove, puffing his cheeks out. The air was heavy with fumes. His skinny, unwashed children - they were no better than the Chikildeyev children - were playing noisily on the floor, while his ugly, freckled, pot-bellied wife was winding silk. It was a wretched, miser- able family - with the exception of Antip, who was handsome and dashing. Five samovars stood in a row on a bench. The old man offered a prayer to Battenberg and said, 'Antip, have pity on us, give us the samovar back, for Christ's sake!'
'Bring me three roubles - then you can have it back.'
'I haven't got them!'
Antip puffed his cheeks out, the fire hiimmed and hissed and its light gleamed on the samovars. The old man rumpled his cap, pondered for a moment and said, 'Give it back!'
The dark-faced elder looked jet-black, just like a sorcerer. He turned to Osip and said in a rapid, stern voice, 'It all depends on the magistrate. At the administrative meeting on the 26th inst. you can announce your grounds for dissatisfac- tion, orally or in writing.'
Osip did not understand one word of this, but he seemed satisfied and went home.
About ten days later the inspector turned up again, stayed for an hour and then left. About this time the weather was windy and cold. The river had frozen over long ago, but there still hadn't been any snow and everyone was miserable, as the roads were impassable. On one holiday, just before evening, some neighbours dropped in at Osip's for a chat. 79
The conversation took place in the dark - it was considered sinful to work, so the fire had not been lit. There was a little news - most of it unpleasant: some hens had been confiscated from two or three households that were in arrears and taken to the council offices where they died, since no one bothered to feed them. Sheep were confiscated as well - they were taken away with their legs tied up and dumped into a different cart at every village; one died. And now they were trying to decide who was to blame.
'The local council, who else?' Osip said.
'Yes, of course, it's the council.'
The council was blamed for everything - tax arrears, victimization, harassment, crop failures, although not one of them had any idea what the function of the council was. And all this went back to the times when rich peasants who owned factories, shops and inns had served as councillors, became dissatisfied, and cursed the council when they were back in their factories and inns. They discussed the fact that God hadn't sent them any snow: firewood had to be moved, but it was impossible to drive or walk because of all the bumps in the road. Fifteen or twenty years ago - or even earlier - the local gossip in Zhukovo was much more interesting. In those times every old man looked as though he was hiding some secret, knew something, and was waiting for something. They discussed deeds with golden seals, allotments and partition ofland, hidden treasure and they were always hinting at something or other. But now the people of Zhukovo had no secrets at alclass="underline" their entire lives were like an open book, which anyone could read and all they could talk about was 8o poverty, cattle feed, lack of snow . . .
They fell silent for a while: then they remembered the hens and the sheep and tried to decide whose fault it was. 'The council's!' Osip exclaimed gloomily. 'Who else!'
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The parish church was about four miles away, at Kosogorovo, and the people only went there when they really had to - for christenings, weddings or funerals. For ordinary prayers they went to the church across the river. On saints' days (when the weather was fine) the young girls put on their Sunday best and crowded along to Mass, making a very cheerful picture as they walked across the meadows in their yellow and green dresses. But when the weather was bad everyone stayed at home. Pre-communion services were held in the parish church. The priest fi.ned anyone who had not prepared for Communion during Lent fifteen kopeks as he went round the huts at Easter with his cross.
The old man didn't believe in God, for the simple reason that he rarely gave him a moment's thought. He admitted the existence of the supernatural, but thought that it could only affect women. Whenever anyone discussed religion or the supernatural with him, or questioned him, he would reluc- tantly reply as he scratched himself, 'Who the hell knows!'
The old woman believed in God, but only in somf vague way. Everything in her mind had become mixed up and no sooner did she start meditating on sin, death and salva- tion, than poverty and everyday worries took charge and 81
immediately she forgot what she had originally been thinking about. She could not remember her prayers and it was usually in the evenings, before she went to bed, that she stood in front of the ikons and whispered, 'to the Virgin of Kazan, to the Virgin of Smolensk, to the Virgin of the Three Arms . . .'
Marya and Fyokla would cross themselves and prepare to take the sacrament once a year, but they had no idea what it meant. They hadn't taught their children to pray, had told them nothing about God and never taught them moral principles: all they did was tell them not to eat forbidden food during fast days. In the other families it was almost the same story: hardly anyone believed in God or underst^rf anything about religion. All the same, they loved the Bible dearly, with deep reverence; but they had no books, nor was there anyone to read or explain anything to them. They respected Olga for occasionally reading to them from the Gospels, and spoke to her and Sasha very politely.
Olga often went to festivals and services in the neighbour- ing villages and the countv town, where there were two monasteries and twenty-seven churches. Since she was rather scatterbrained, she tended to forget all about her family when she went on these pilgrimages. Only on the journey home did she suddenly realize, to her great delight, that she had a husband and daughter, and then she would smile radiantly and say, 'God's been good to me!'
Everything that happened in the village disgusted and tormented her. On Elijah's day they drank, on the Feast of 82 the Assumption they drank, on the day of the Exaltation of
the Cro& they drank. The Feast of the Intercession was a parish holiday in Zhukovo, and the men celebrated it by going on a three-day binge. They drank their way through fifty roubles of communal funds and on top of this they had a whip-round from all the farms for some vodka. On the first day of the Feast, the Chikildeyevs slaughtered a sheep and ate it for breakfast, lunch and dinner, consuming vast quanti- ties, and then the children got up during the night for another bite. During the entire three days Kiryak was terribly drunk - he drank everything away, even his cap and boots, and he gave Marya such a thrashing that they had to douse her with cold water. Afterwards everyone felt ashamed and sick.