May God give you.

We thank you very humbly." And some cried out gaily and disdainfully: "What's the use of that?
If they had given each of us a glass of vodka instead--that would be a just favour.

For the grain is not for us--but for the country Council." "Eh! They do not understand!" exclaimed the receiver, confused.

"I'll go down and explain it to them." And he disappeared.

But the peasants' regard for his gift did not interest Foma.