With a white kerchief tied round her head down to her eyes, a coat over her smock, and wearing high boots, Maryanka with a long switch in her hand was dragging the oxen by a cord tied to their horns.
'Mammy,' said the old man, pretending that he was going to seize her.
Maryanka flourished her switch at him and glanced merrily at them both with her beautiful eyes.
Olenin felt still more light-hearted.
'Now then, come on, come on,' he said, throwing his gun on his shoulder and conscious of the girl's eyes upon him.
'Gee up!' sounded Maryanka's voice behind them, followed by the creak of the moving wagon.
As long as their road lay through the pastures at the back of the village Eroshka went on talking.

He could not forget the cornet and kept on abusing him.
'Why are you so angry with him ?' asked Olenin.
'He's stingy.

I don't like it,' answered the old man.

'He'll leave it all behind when he dies! Then who's he saving up for?
He's built two houses, and he's got a second garden from his brother by a law-suit.
And in the matter of papers what a dog he is! They come to him from other villages to fill up documents.

As he writes it out, exactly so it happens.