The rain had not stopped.

I waited to see what would happen.
The peasant suddenly straightened himself up.

His eyes began to blaze, and the color flew to his face.

"Well, go ahead, devour! Go ahead, oppress! Go ahead," he began, screwing up his eyes, and dropping the corners of his lips, "go ahead, accursed murderer of the soul, drink Christian blood, drink!" The forester turned round.
"I'm talking to thee, to thee, Asiatic blood-drinker, to thee!" "Art thou drunk, that thou hast taken it into thy head to curse!" said the forester with amazement.

"Hast thou gone crazy ?" "Drunk!...