[An awkward silence.
Theodore Ivánitch. I know something of your way of life, too, you know. I am even thinking of purchasing a bit of land, building a cottage, and working on the land myself somewhere; maybe in your neighborhood.
Second Peasant. A very good thing, too.
First Peasant. That's just it. When one has got the money one can get all kinds of pleasure in the country.
Third Peasant. Say no more about it! Country life let's say, is freer in every way, not like the town!
Theodore Ivánitch. There now, would you let me join your Commune if I settled among you?
Second Peasant. Why not? If you stand drink for the Elders, they'll accept you soon enough!
First Peasant. And if you open a public-house, for example, or an inn, why, you'd have such a life you'd never need to die! You might live like a king, and no mistake.
Theodore Ivánitch. Well, we'll see. I should certainly like to have a few quiet years in my old age. Though my life here is good enough, and I should be sorry to leave. Leoníd Fyódoritch is an exceedingly kind-hearted man.
First Peasant. That's just it. But how about our business? Is it possible that he is going to leave it without any termination?