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- 56 ' CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
evrery one in the cart joined in a riotoiis song, jingling a tam-
bourine and whistling. The woman went on cracking nuts and
laughing.
. . . He ran beside the mare, ran in front of her, saw her being
whipped across the eyes, right in the eyes! He was crying, he
felt choking, his tears were streaming. One of the men gave him
a cut with the whip across the face, he did not feel it. Wringing
his hands and screaming, he rushed up to the grey-headed old
man with the grey beard, who was shaking his head in dis-
approval. One woman seized him by the hand and would have
taken him away, but he tore himself from her and ran back to
the mare. She was almost at the last gasp, but began kicking
/)nce more.
"I'll teach you to kick," Mikolka shouted ferociously. He
threw down the whip, bent forward and picked up from the
bottom of the cart a long, thick shaft, he took hold of one end
with both hands and with an effort brandished it over the mare.
"He'll crush her," was shouted round him. "He'll kill her!"
"It's my property," shouted Mikolka and brought the shaft
down with a swinging blow. There was a sound of a heavy thiid.
"Thrash her, thrash her! Why have you stopped?" shoutedvoices in the crowd.
And Mikolka swung the shaft a second time and it fell a sec-
ond time on the spine of the luckless mare. She sank back on her
haunches, but lurched forward and tugged forward with all her
force, tugged first on one side and then on the other, trying to
move the cart. But the six whips were attacking her in all
directions, and the shaft was raised again and fell upon her a
third time, then a fourth, with heavy measured blows. Mikolka
was in a fury that he could not kill her at one blow.
"She's a tough one," was shouted in the crowd.
"She'll fall in a minute, mates, there will soon be an end of
her," said an admiring spectator in the crowd.
"Fetch an axe to her! Finish her off," shouted a third.
"I'll show you! Stand 6ff," Mikolka screamed frantically;
he threw down the shaft, stooped down in the cart and picked
up an iron crowbar. "Look out," he shouted, and with all his
might he dealt a stunning blow at the poor mare. The blow fell;
the mare staggered, sank back, tried to pull, but the bar fell
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