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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 5J
gallop! Two young fellows in the cart were jvist getting whips
ready to help Mikolka. With the cry of "now," the mare
tugged with all her might, but far from galloping, could
scarcely move forward; she struggled with her legs, gasping
and shrinking from the blows of the three whips which were
showered upon her like hail. The laughter in the cart and in the
crowd was redoubled, but Mikolka flew into a rage and furi-
ously thrashed the mare, as though he supposed she really could
gallop.
"Let me get in, too, mates," shouted a young man in the
crowd whose appetite was aroused.
"Get in, all get in," cried Mikolka, "she will draw you all.
I'll beat her to death!" And he thrashed and thrashed at the
mare, beside himself with fury.
"Father, father," he cried, "father, what are they doing?
Father, they are beating the poor horse!"
"Come along, come along!" said his father. "They are
drunken and foolish, they are in fun; come away, don't look!"
and he tried to draw him away, but he tore himself away from
his hand, and, beside himself with horror, ran to the horse. The
poor beast was in a bad way. She was gasping, standing still,
then tugging again and almost falling.
"Beat her to death," cried Mikolka, "it's come to that. I'll do
for her!"
"What are you about, are you a Christian, you devil?"shouted an old man in the crowd.
"Did any one ever see the like? A wretched nag like that
pulling such a cartload," said another.
"You'll kill her," shouted the third.
"Don't meddle! It's my property. I'll do what I choose. Get
in, more of you! Get in, all of you! I will have her go at a
gallop! . . ."
All at once laughter broke into a roar and covered every-
thing: the mare, roused by the shower of blows, began feebly
kicking. Even the old man could not help smiling. To think of
a wretched little beast like that trying to kick!
Two lads in the crowd snatched up whips and ran to the mare
to beat her about the ribs. One ran each side.
"Hit her in the face, in the eyes, in the eyes," cried Mikolka.
"Give us a song, mates," shouted some one in the cart and
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