“What would I think? I wouldn’t think anything at all. He’ll get him some day, that’s certain; he’ll surely get him. But you’re still standing there, I see. Take care, I’m climbing out of my wagon! Look, I’ve already raised one leg!”
“All right, all right, go along with you if you’re as cross as all that!”
“Are you out of the way?”
“Yes.”
“Gee, gee, gee-up!”
The oxen shook their horns, the yoke and axles creaked, the wagon trembled, and Opanas continued his song:
“Oxen, oxen, how you crawl,
Hurry up and trot.
The miller has my coat and wheels,
So now he has the lot.”