“We’ll manage it,” replied his wife, “if only the weather does not hinder us. The Dëmkins have not half finished yet,” she added. “Only Ústenka is at work there, wearing herself out.”
“What can you expect of them?” said the old man proudly.
“Here, have a drink, Maryánka dear!” said the old woman, passing the jug to the girl. “God willing we’ll have enough to pay for the wedding feast,” she added.
“That’s not yet awhile,” said the cornet with a slight frown.
The girl hung her head.
“Why shouldn’t we mention it?” said the old woman. “The affair is settled, and the time is drawing near too.”
“Don’t make plans beforehand,” said the cornet. “Now we have the harvest to get in.”
“Have you seen Lukáshka’s new horse?” asked the old woman. “That which Dmítri Andréich Olénin gave him is gone — he’s exchanged it.”
“No, I have not; but I spoke with the servant today,” said the cornet, “and he said his master has again received a thousand rubles.”
“Rolling in riches, in short,” said the old woman.