'I say, there's a rattling! Bend down and listen. Do you hear it?'
I put my head out of the coach, held my breath, and did catch, somewhere in the distance, far behind us, a faint broken sound, as of wheels rolling.
'Do you hear it?' repeated Filofey.
'Well, yes,' I answered. 'Some vehicle is coming.'
'Oh, you don't hear... shoo! The tambourines... and whistling too....Do you hear? Take off your cap... you will hear better.'
I didn't take off my cap, but I listened.
'Well, yes... perhaps. But what of it?'
Filofey turned round facing the horses.
'It's a cart coming... lightly; iron-rimmed wheels,' he observed, and he took up the reins. 'It's wicked folks coming, master; hereabouts, you know, near Tula, they play a good many tricks.'
'What nonsense! What makes you suppose it's sure to be wicked people?'