"All this is very good," answered Pan Skorabevski; "but what can I do? I cannot break my word for you; and to the chief I will not go on your account, for as it is, he says that I annoy him with my own affairs all the time. You have your commune, and if the commune cannot help you, you know the way to the chief of the district as well as I do. What did I wish to say? But go with God, my woman."
"The Lord reward," said Repa's wife, in a dull voice, seizing the feet of the heir.
CHAPTER IX.
REPA on leaving the pig-pen went, not straight to his cottage, but to the inn. It is known that in trouble the peasant takes to drink. From the inn, led by the same thought as his wife, he went to Pan Skorabevski's and committed folly.
A man who is not sober knows not what he says. So Repa was stubborn; and when he heard the same thing that his wife had about the principle of non-intervention, he answered rudely; not only did he not understand that lofty diplomatic principle because of the mental dulness innate in peasants, but he answered with that rudeness which is also special to them, and was thrown out of doors.
When he returned to the cottage, he told his wife himself, "I was at the mansion."
"And thou didst receive nothing."
He struck the table with his fist, "To set fire to them, the dog faiths!"
"Be quiet, thou wretch. What did Pan Skorabevski say?"