Let the poor moujiks go home." Michael laughed, but made no reply to his wife's humane request.

Finally he said to her: "You've not been whipped for a very long time, and now you have become bold enough to interfere in affairs that are not your own." "Mishinka," she persisted, "I have had a frightful dream concerning you.
You had better let the moujiks go." "Yes," said he; "I perceive that you have gained so much flesh of late that you think you would not feel the whip.

Lookout!" Rudely thrusting his hot pipe against her cheek, Michael chased his wife from the room, after which he ordered his dinner.

After eating a hearty meal consisting of cabbage-soup, roast pig, meat-cake, pastry with milk, jelly, sweet cakes, and vodki, he called his woman cook to him and ordered her to be seated and sing songs, Simeonovitch accompanying her on the guitar.
While the superintendent was thus enjoying himself to the fullest satisfaction in the musical society of his cook the elder returned, and, making a low bow to his superior, proceeded to give the desired information concerning the serfs.
"Well," asked Michael, "did they plough ?" "Yes," replied the elder; "they have accomplished about half the field." "Is there no fault to be found ?" "Not that I could discover.

The work seems to be well done.