CHAPTER V
One day after closing the shop Yevsey and his master went to the yard where they were met by an anxious ringing shout. It came from Anatol.
"I won't do it again, dear uncle, never!"
Yevsey started, and instinctively exclaimed in quiet triumph:
"Aha!"
It was pleasant to hear the shouts of fear and pain coming from the breast of the cheerful boy, who was everybody's favorite.
"May I stay here in the yard?" Yevsey asked the master.
"We must get our supper. But I'll stay here, too, and see how they punish a rascally good-for-nothing."
The people had gathered at the door of the brick shed behind the stairway. The sound of heavy blows and the wailing voice of Anatol issued from the shed.
"Little uncle, I didn't do it. Oh, God! I won't do it, I won't! Stop, for Christ's sake!"