"What village are you from?"
"From Botvínino."
"Is that far?"
"There it is, shimmering on the hill," says he, pointing.
"Why are you ploughing so far from home?"
"This is not my land: it belongs to a peasant here. I have hired myself out to him."
"Hired yourself out for the whole summer?"
"No—to plough this ground twice, and sow it, all properly."
"Has he much land, then?"