'And will you really pay him six rubles?
Was such a thing ever heard of?
They would let you the best hut in the village for two rubles.

What a beast! Why, I'd let you have mine for three!' 'No, I'll remain here,' said Olenin.
'Six rubles! ...

Clearly it's a fool's money.

Eh, eh, eh! answered the old man.

'Let's have some chikhir, Ivan!' Having had a snack and a drink of vodka to prepare themselves for the road, Olenin and the old man went out together before eight o'clock.
At the gate they came up against a wagon to which a pair of oxen were harnessed.