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- 14 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
under a heavy load of wood or hay, especially when the wheels
were stuck in the mud or in a rut. And the peasants would be at
them so cruelly, sometimes even about the nose and eyes and he
felt so sorry, so sorry for them that he almost cried, and his
mother always used to take him away from the window. All of
a sudden there was a great uproar of shouting, singing and the
balalaika, and from the tavern a number of big and very
drunken peasants came out, wearing red and blue shirts and
coats thrown over their shoulders.
"Get in, get in!" shouted one of them, a yovmg thick-necked
peasant with a fleshy face red as a carrot. "I'll take you all,
get in!"
But at once there was an outbreak of laughter and exclama-
tions inthe crowd.
"Take us all with a beast like that!"
"Why, Mikolka, are you crazy to put a rag like that in such
a cart?"
"And this mare is twenty if she is a day, mates!"
"Get in, I'll take you all," Mikolka shouted again, leaping first
into the cart, seizing the reins and standing straight up in front.
"The bay has gone with Marvey," he shouted from the cart —
"and this brute, mates, is just breaking my heart, I feel as if I
could kill her. She's just eating her head off. Get in, I tell you!
I'll make her gallop! She'll gallop!" and he picked up the whip,
preparing himself with relish to flog the little mare.
"Get in! Come along!" The crowd laughed. "D'you hear,
she'll gallop!"
"Gallop indeed! She has not had a gallop in her for the last
ten years!"
"She'll jog along!"
"Don't you mind her, mates, bring a whip each of you, get
ready!"
"All right! Give it to her!"
They all clambered into Mikolka's cart, laughing and making
jokes. Six men got in and there was still room for more. They
hauled in a fat, rosy-cheeked woman. She was dressed in red
cotton, in a pointed, beaded headdress and thick leather shoes;
she was cracking nuts and laughing. The crowd round them
was laughing too and indeed, how could they help laughing?
That wretched nag was to drag all the cartload of them at a
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