She did not know the money values.
'Fifty-four roubles.'
'Lord! So much?'
Her eyes shone; she stretched out her hand and fondled the money.
'How did you come by it?'
'Ah bah… how? Don't you remember the old man telling us last year that he had put by enough to pay for his funeral?'
'That's right, he did say that.'
'He had stitched it into his chaplet and I took it from him; holy things shouldn't knock about in a pigsty, that would be sinful; then I felt the silver through the linen, so I tore that off and took the money. That is ours; hasn't he wronged us enough?'
'That's God's truth. It's ours; that little bit at least is coming back to us. Put it by with the other money, we can just do with it. Only yesterday Smoletz told me he wanted to borrow a thousand roubles from me; he will give his five acres of ploughed fields near the forest as security.'
'Have you got enough?'