Gavrilo stared at the dam, scratched his top-knot, and looked up at the sky.
“There’s a marvel for you! What’ll we do now? How can we get along without the Jew?”
“Why are you so anxious to have a Jew here, hey?”
“It isn’t only me. One can’t—oh, don’t argue about it, master, things wouldn’t be the same without a Jew; one couldn’t get along without one.”
“Tut, tut! What a fool you are!”
“What are you scolding me for? I don’t say I’m clever, but I know millet from buckwheat. I work in the mill, but I drink vodka at the tavern. Tell me, as you’re so clever, who will be our inn-keeper now?”
“Who?”
“Yes, who?”
“You?”