Nastya put a samovar on a table, placed tea cups. The grandmother brought snack.
Children were given on a cup of tea, and they drank it, sniffing and bending to a saucer not to spill. In the house of the grandfather tea was had seldom: only in solemn occasions when there were guests or on big holidays. Both boys with pleasure felt the aroma proceeding from tea together with steam and in it there was the main pleasure. The laurels frowningly attentively considered the new person.
What case with me was! there began Elizar, removing the emptied cup. We stopped to spend the night at one man. And they had an old woman the patient, lies on the furnace. I ask what is with it? Yes, speak, not by the night be told, frenzied as will roll on it though from a log hut run, the passion to look! fights, beats, foam from a mouth! Here and now not in: it is necessary to remove it from the furnace, on a bed to put! Make favor if you are able, read before image yes god will revive! Pomogat, знамо, it to us! I speak: why to read? I it and so to a sym! the old woman is sick, ledashchy. Got to it on the furnace, took her by hands, so you will not believe, such force at the old woman appeared I can do nothing. And a sileshka at me in hands, you know, is. Beats off! I grasped it by hands, so she canines to me seized a hand, till it bleeds bit! What to do? Gave up. Tell house: this is a demon in it, only a prayer and it is possible to expel him. Well, there were I before icons, began to read. And it to me from the furnace: bya-bya-bya! Angrily it is so teased, eyes as coals! I got off, but continued to read what only under language turned up, even Down the mother across Volga read. And it though imitates, but more and more quietly yes is more silent. At last, it was tumbled down and fell asleep. Here its house removed. As dead: the head hung, hands as a lash, hears nothing and does not feel. Laid it. Speak: Thank God, Christ will save those, helped out!. Now about one half a day will oversleep, and will rise healthy and will remember nothing, you expelled a demon from it! In my opinion, klikusha it! A sincere disease such, and they trust in a demon!.
And how not to trust? all family was surprised with chorus.
Here to one molodukha of snakes flew! with conviction Nastya declared. All saw! As at night all will fall asleep in a log hut, and rassyptsya over поветью, and then now to it on the furnace the husband her dead is: about the husband she grieved. It is known who grieves, to those and is. Yes does not order to tell anybody: threatens! She long hid and strike from the people you will hide? People see: кажню night over their log hut sparks is scattered a dragon. Stuck to it, confessed. Night came, it shivers everything, is afraid of it. Is gro-oznay! You пошто told?, and well to pinch! in bruises made all body by it. Threatens: prick you will tell people with a braid I will come! About half a year flew, before tender was, and here terrible became. Istayala it, as a wax candle, in what soul Also it came with a braid! Yes in the afternoon! all houses were. Nobody zrit it, and she one sees! Threw the arms round the father a neck: The father, close! wants to hit me with a braid! The father embraced her, to close. Here all on a log hut rush about, wave what got that to strike a dragon, and nothing leaves: it invisible and winged, under a ceiling curls, she shouts to the father: The father, on you he threatened! Wants to stick into a shoulder with a braid! Here at the old man now the hand hung. The daughter dead fell! So it took out soul from it and carried away. And the father on a hand, on a thumb, had a tiny black wound and everything hurts, all not to heal. They to healers, they to fortune-tellers to help nothing, никаке́ slanders! Integral year was ill. Yes, thanks, some passerby prisovetovat it is visible from such that knew! fresh blood from black chicken to primachivat with a special prayer and it is better to stick. Well also began to hem a finger gradually. The father of a dream lost at night: all will lay down on the furnace, and to it Dunya, the dead woman, seems, especially in the winter when a blizzard outside
For a minute all became silent.
Splinter, crackling, flashed, grew dull, dropping the hissing pieces of coal in water.
The samovar a thin voice sang the plaintive song. The gray cat jumped off from the furnace and began to play on a floor a grandmothers ball. Behind a window wind rustled, from time to time throwing snow dust into frozen windows.
Shto the grandfather meditatively muttered, stroking a beard эфто all know. Not in one our village, and esteem everywhere, on all peasantry, to happen. Itself did not see, more and more women stir a mozh, it dvistitelno that to fly at night?
These cases everywhere how many you want! there began Elizar. Flies at night a fiery dragon it is necessary all our dark country! Therefore night over it without dawn. From darkness it is rural In the cities light has more about any not to hear dragons. From vain belief it, in vain such belief! Is called superstition!. People trust in a demon more strong, than in god, are afraid of it more, than god! And in what you trust, comes true!. I in one book read history by verses it is written, the title Demon. There too this national belief is taken, only the demon this not terrible, but unfortunate, young and himself is great of course, the imagination human! The author took it from the people as the fairy tale, and the people and the fairy tale trust, here is how children! Great cause belief! Elizar kept silent. And there was a history, I heard it in Siberia: the emperor Alexander the First, the fact that was at war with French in the twelfth year, actually did not die, and disappeared and became the hermit, was removed in the Siberian woods and lived to death under the guise of the simple man there. Konstantin about whom misters knew that as soon as it sets in, will give vent to serfs was a successor of an imperial throne. Well, it did not seem to zheltopuzika: they decided to kill him. Here Konstantin in the imperial carriage from Taganrog where Alexander as if died goes, thinks: as soon as I am a tsar, first of all I will give vent. Suddenly hears behind far somewhere jump tops. Closer yes is closer. The driver to him turned back and speaks: Your highness, successor Crown Prince! pursuit! not to good! Well that Konstantin, and he answers, speak, idle time was, waited from it for good the black people to what to be, to that not to pass! Those all are closer, just about will overtake, began to see the person ten. Again the driver speaks: Sit down, the sovereign, on a trestle, put on my odyozha, and I will put on yours, I will sit down on your place! Only they managed to be changed odyozhy and the place as those naskakat and bang! bang from guns on both sides in carriage windows: riddled the driver in an imperial odyozha, turned horses and lets go back. So the male driver saved the successor of a throne from death, itself for it gave life! Believed that Konstantin of serfs will release. And he as arrived to St. Petersburg, also refused a throne, knew who shot at the driver, in a face saw them: the most foremost and the richest were landowners, court графья, princes and generals. Was afraid that will kill him if he will regret peasants. Here Aleksandra was also inherited not by Konstantin as it would be necessary, and Nikolay Pavlovich nicknamed in the people Palkin. Only nowadays reigning Alexander though without the earth, but after all exempted the people from mockeries of the landowner, noblemen and посейчас are angry with it, and there was on it an attempt of Karakozov who shot at the tsar and it is unsuccessful, and, sidyuch in prison, got poisoned with the poison hidden in hair. It had long hair, dense and curly, and it was sent by landowners. So I heard, I tell the story as I heard it.
Well, well the grandfather with emotion interrupted it the will was given, and the earth all one remained with landowners? When from them the earth is taken away?
When it is unknown, but there will be it inevitably! Elizar shook curls. There are secret society and confidential subland office, and those people want to lift all people on landowners. The people think that these secret people want to protect from the tsars landowners, think that noblemen and this tsar want to destroy in revenge for country will, but do not know that the tsar too at the same time with landowners! Here you also get to the core of this cunning mechanics!
All were silent. Did not wait to hear it from Elizar.
It became boring for children from a serious conversation, eyes at them began to stick together.
Well Elizar told them it is time to sleep to you and a postoyta, at bedtime I will read you songs from the good songbook: Bérengers songs is called. How many I songbooks bought, and it is better than it did not come across.
He developed the small book in a pink cover printed with ranks of short lines and, having thrown several leaves, began to read:
I am not deprived of theomancy,
I expect the end to princes of the earth:
The deserved penalty will comprehend them
All poor things kings will die!
Elizar read well as though he did not read, and told, looking in the book. After several cheerful songs came across the song under the title The falling stars. In it the grandfather talked to the grandson:
Here, the grandfather, one more fell.
Flies, flies, and it is not here!.
There was a great commander with a sigh Elizar told, closing the book conquered all countries, except ours!. When went before army on a horse, in the sky over it the star shone day and night. And here he decided to conquer Russia. Took Moscow, and inhabitants lit it. It was necessary in the winter, in severe frosts when crows on the fly fell the dead, to run back with all the army. Took him prisoner, took out to the sea, landed on the desert island and there naked chained to the rock, the black raven began to peck to it heart. Then its star was gone and did not ascend any more.
I vtepor a boy was when still you and did not exist the grandfather unexpectedly declared. Slightly I remember when the Frenchman came The people about Moscow cried I remember, dreamily Brought to spend the night prisoners: brought were slightly live, and thawed good fellows from themselves! One and remained with our mistress the painter appeared good, in Dubrov then the house new was built, so he painted with pictures of a wall and now is whole!
All got out because of a table and began to lay beds. Children got in the habitual way on a bar on polat, also Elizar went there, the grandfather laid down on the edge. Vukol as if was stuck to the father. The laurels timidly and wildly continued to consider it frowningly.
Babushka and Nastya spread a koshma on a floor. The splinter lit a log hut with the flickering light for a long time.
Well, how you lived here? Elizar asked the son missed?
No, we with Laurels always together in the field take us in the summer, and that in the wood we run, companions are Nobody ever scolds me, nevertheless
What?
Heart hurt always Why you threw me?
Elizar sighed.
Thought it will be better for you at the grandmother! In Siberia, the brother, life thin!. here so will violently send there at the other end of the world, behind the woods, behind mountains, behind swamps and live as you want!
Why violently? For what? The grandfather told for the earth? for what?
And you know Dubrova? happened there?
Happened! for a Trinity, with little girls! to look for cuckoo slezk!
There now! Well there? You love the Oak grove?
I love!
And her merchant took away from our village and one lives in it! Here men gathered for a descent and sent me to the city, to strive for Dubrova because competent I! and when it was turned back in the spring you remember, to a mozha when the bear-hunter with a she-bear came and the fire was?
I remember! The sky burned!.
We then lived in Shackles! Soon after that sent me to the city, and then to Siberia Mother went voluntarily
It when we went with a hand bell?
You remember unless? Coachmen Romanev really nearby and now live! On the road we came around here and you sleepy the grandfather and the grandmother were given! And your heart, perhaps, you speak about us, was ill?
Yes! quietly Vukol whispered.
And hear the grandfather interfered hearing goes whether lie, whether is not present I do not know as if and on Zaymishche our forest are angry too! Someone like the successors pomeshchikov! Whether tell, please, soon from swindlers the earth will be taken away?
Elizar laughed.
I speak to you, we will inevitably select when at once we move to select everything!
The old man sighed.
The grandmother put out svetets, and everything calmed down in a dark log hut.
At last, all fell asleep, except the grandfather. Having convinced that all sleep, he began to think, and the grandfather always in a whisper thought at night, silently was not able to think. Its favourite word swindler vysheptyvatsya most often at it.
Whether soon from swindlers the earth will be taken away?
And itself answered himself with a low whisper:
Not soon!.
On walls cockroaches rustled; in the afternoon they were not visible, and there was the whole army at night. It seemed, they whispered to the grandfather ominous.
He loved the earth and country work, was severe and avaricious in expenses, maltreated a family and for it was respected by all in the village. Saved money in a jug, but to hint perish the thought about it to the grandfather: will become angry.
It seemed to it that the earth from year to year will give rise worse, rains drops out less and the sun does not heat in the summer as strongly any more as before when it was young and even went to the river at night to bathe. The earth at men becomes just barely enough as if it crumbles at them under the feet. Fists increased rent for the state site many times over
The grandfather about the younger son, about the grandson whispered:
That хрестьянин, and this not хрестьянин will be!.
Thought of the son-in-law: it was painfully changed from Siberia by this
In life approached from where unclear. There were in log huts samovars and at whom and a lamp instead of a splinter. Maids frantikh. Began to wear print dresses, there and Nastka puffs up, and here became honesty less in the people!
Razorenye will be! Yafimk should marry! To marry the swindler!
The grandfather calmed down, ceased to whisper. One cockroaches whispered. Mysterious whispers rustled in darkness.
Over the sleeping dark village the first roosters sang. Flew over it terrible fairy tales, sad songs and gloomy beliefs. Till the dawn it was still far.
III
To Yafim usvatat the bride on Petty-bourgeois Farms: there the people lived purely, on city manners, and the bride was from a prosperous family; calculation inclined the grandfather to stop on this choice, though he did not love farm for a frantovstvo and city manners.