"Now, the old man, we hear, wants to leave his eldest son, Karp, as master of the house. "I am getting old," says he. "It"s my business to attend to the bees." Well, Karp is a good peasant, a careful peasant; but he doesn"t manage to please the old man in the least. There"s no sense in it."
"Well, perhaps Karp wants to speculate in land and wood. What do you think about it?", pursued the prince, wishing to learn from the woman all that she knew about her neighbors.
"Scarcely, sir,"[44] continued the nurse. "The old man hasn"t disclosed his money to his son. As long as he lives, of course, the money in the house will be under the old man"s control; and it will increase all the time too."
[Footnote 44: _batiushka._]
"But isn"t the old man willing?"
"He is afraid."
"What is he afraid of?"
"How is it possible, sir, for a seignorial peasant to make a noise about his money? And it"s a hard question to decide what to do with money anyway.
Here he went into business with the porter, and was cheated. Where was he to get redress? And so he lost his money. But with the proprietor he would have any loss made good immediately, of course."
"Yes, hence," ... said Nekhliudof, reddening. "But good-by, nurse."
"Good-by, sir, your excellency. Greatly obliged to you."
XIV.
"Hadn"t I better go home?" mused Nekhliudof, as he strode along toward the Dutlof enclosure, and felt a boundless melancholy and moral weariness.
But at this moment the new deal gates were thrown open before him with a creaking sound; and a handsome, ruddy fellow of eighteen in wagoner"s attire appeared, leading a troka of powerful-limbed and still sweaty horses. He hastily brushed back his blonde hair, and bowed to the prince.
"Well, is your father at home, Ilya?" asked Nekhliudof.
"At the bee-house, back of the yard," replied the youth, driving the horses, one after the other, through the half-opened gates.
"I will not give it up. I will make the proposal. I will do the best I can," reflected Nekhliudof; and, after waiting till the horses had pa.s.sed out, he entered Dutlof"s s.p.a.cious yard.
It was plain to see that the manure had only recently been carried away.
The ground was still black and damp; and in places, particularly in the hollows, were left red fibrous clots.
In the yard and under the high sheds, many carts stood in orderly rows, together with ploughs, sledges, harrows, barrels, and all sorts of farming implements. Doves were flitting about, cooing in the shadows under the broad solid rafters. There was an odor of manure and tar.
In one corner Karp and Ignat were fitting a new cross-bar to a large iron-mounted, three-horse cart.
All three of Dutlof"s sons bore a strong family resemblance. The youngest, Ilya, who had met Nekhliudof at the gate, was beardless, of smaller stature, ruddier complexion, and more neatly dressed, than the others. The second, Ignat, was rather taller and darker. He had a wedge-shaped beard; and though he wore boots, a driver"s shirt, and a lamb"s-skin cap, he had not such a festive, holiday appearance as his brother had.
The eldest, Karp, was still taller. He wore clogs, a gray kaftan, and a shirt without gussets. He had a reddish beard, trimmed; and his expression was serious, even to severity.
"Do you wish my father sent for, your excellency?" he asked, coming to meet the prince, and bowing slightly and awkwardly.
"No, I will go to him at the hives: I wish to see what he"s building there.
But I should like a talk with you," said Nekhliudof, drawing him to the other side of the yard, so that Ignat might not overhear what he was about to talk about with Karp.
The self-confidence and degree of pride noticeable in the deportment of the two peasants, and what the nurse had told the young prince, so troubled him, that it was difficult for him to make up his mind to speak with them about the matter proposed.
He had a sort of guilty feeling, and it seemed to him easier to speak with one brother out of the hearing of the other. Karp seemed surprised that the prince took him to one side, but he followed him.
"Well, now," began Nekhliudof awkwardly,--"I wished to inquire of you if you had many horses."
"We have about five trokas, also some colts," replied Karp in a free-and-easy manner, scratching his back.
"Well, are your brothers going to take out relays of horses for the post?"
"We shall send out three trokas to carry the mail. And there"s Ilyushka, he has been off with his team; but he"s just come back."
"Well, is that profitable for you? How much do you earn that way?"
"What do you mean by profit, your excellency? We at least get enough to live on and bait our horses, thank G.o.d for that!"
"Then, why don"t you take hold of something else? You see, you might buy wood, or take more land."
"Of course, your excellency: we might rent some land if there were any convenient."
"I wish to make a proposition to you. Since you only make enough out of your teaming to live on, you had better take thirty desiatins of land from me. All that strip behind Sapof I will let you have, and you can carry on your farming better."
And Nekhliudof, carried away by his plan for a peasant farm, which more than once he had proposed to himself, and deliberated about, began fluently to explain to the peasant his proposition about it.
Karp listened attentively to the prince"s words.
"We are very grateful for your kindness," said he, when Nekhliudof stopped, and looked at him in expectation of his answer. "Of course here there"s nothing very bad. To occupy himself with farming is better for a peasant than to go off as a whip. He goes among strangers; he sees all sorts of men; he gets wild. It"s the very best thing for a peasant, to occupy himself with land."
"You think so, do you?"
"As long as my father is alive, how can I think, your excellency? It"s as he wills."
"Take me to the bee-hives. I will talk with him."
"Come with me this way," said Karp, slowly directing himself to the barn back of the house. He opened a low gate which led to the apiary, and after letting the prince pa.s.s through, he shut it, and returned to Ignat, and silently took up his interrupted labors.
XV.
Nekhliudof, stooping low, pa.s.sed through the low gate, under the gloomy shed, to the apiary, which was situated behind the yard.
A small s.p.a.ce, surrounded by straw and a wattled hedge, through the c.h.i.n.ks of which the light streamed, was filled with bee-hives symmetrically arranged, and covered with shavings, while the golden bees were humming around them. Every thing was bathed in the warm and brilliant rays of the July sun.
From the gate a well-trodden footway led through the middle to a wooden side-building, with a tin-foil image on it gleaming brightly in the sun.
A few orderly young lindens lifting, above the thatched roof of the neighboring court-yard, their bushy tops, almost audibly rustled their dark-green, fresh foliage, in unison with the sound of the buzzing bees.
All the shadows from the covered hedge, from the lindens, and from the hives, fell dark and short on the delicate curling gra.s.s springing up between the planks.
The bent, small figure of the old man, with his gray hair and bald spot shining in the sun, was visible near the door of a straw-thatched structure situated among the lindens. When he heard the creaking of the gate, the old man looked up, and wiping his heated, sweaty face with the flap of his shirt, and smiling with pleasure, came to meet the prince.