They are worse than Tartars, I do declare--though they consider themselves Christians! A Tartar is bad enough, but all the same he is more noble.

Gone to the KRIGA indeed! What this KRIGA they have invented is, I don't know!' concluded Vanyusha, and turned aside.
'It's not as it is in the serfs' quarters at home, eh ?' chaffed Olenin without dismounting.
'Please sir, may I have your horse ?' said Vanyusha, evidently perplexed by this new order of things but resigning himself to his fate.
'So a Tartar is more noble, eh, Vanyusha ?' repeated Olenin, dismounting and slapping the saddle.
'Yes, you're laughing! You think it funny,' muttered Vanyusha angrily.
'Come, don't be angry, Vanyusha,' replied Olenin, still smiling.

'Wait a minute, I'll go and speak to the people of the house; you'll see I shall arrange everything.

You don't know what a jolly life we shall have here.

Only don't get upset.' Vanyusha did not answer.