"Yes; those cursed women have ruined some beautiful clothes; almost new they were too. Now I"m having them aired; the cloth is fine and good.
They only need turning to make them fit to wear again."
"One thing among them pleased me extremely, Ivan Nikiforovitch."
"What was that?"
"Tell me, please, what use do you make of the gun that has been put to air with the clothes?" Here Ivan Ivanovitch offered his snuff. "May I ask you to do me the favour?"
"By no means! take it yourself; I will use my own." Thereupon Ivan Nikiforovitch felt about him, and got hold of his snuff-box. "That stupid woman! So she hung the gun out to air. That Jew at Sorotchintzi makes good snuff. I don"t know what he puts in it, but it is so very fragrant. It is a little like tansy. Here, take a little and chew it; isn"t it like tansy?"
"Ivan Nikiforovitch, I want to talk about that gun; what are you going to do with it? You don"t need it."
"Why don"t I need it? I might want to go shooting."
"G.o.d be with you, Ivan Nikiforovitch! When will you go shooting? At the millennium, perhaps? So far as I know, or any one can recollect, you never killed even a duck; yes, and you are not built to go shooting. You have a dignified bearing and figure; how are you to drag yourself about the marshes, especially when your garment, which it is not polite to mention in conversation by name, is being aired at this very moment? No; you require rest, repose." Ivan Ivanovitch as has been hinted at above, employed uncommonly picturesque language when it was necessary to persuade any one. How he talked! Heavens, how he could talk! "Yes, and you require polite actions. See here, give it to me!"
"The idea! The gun is valuable; you can"t find such guns anywhere nowadays. I bought it of a Turk when I joined the militia; and now, to give it away all of a sudden! Impossible! It is an indispensable article."
"Indispensable for what?"
"For what? What if robbers should attack the house?... Indispensable indeed! Glory to G.o.d! I know that a gun stands in my storehouse."
"A fine gun that! Why, Ivan Nikiforovitch, the lock is ruined."
"What do you mean by ruined? It can be set right; all that needs to be done is to rub it with hemp-oil, so that it may not rust."
"I see in your words, Ivan Nikiforovitch, anything but a friendly disposition towards me. You will do nothing for me in token of friendship."
"How can you say, Ivan Ivanovitch, that I show you no friendship? You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Your oxen pasture on my steppes and I have never interfered with them. When you go to Poltava, you always ask for my waggon, and what then? Have I ever refused? Your children climb over the fence into my yard and play with my dogs--I never say anything; let them play, so long as they touch nothing; let them play!"
"If you won"t give it to me, then let us make some exchange."
"What will you give me for it?" Thereupon Ivan Nikiforovitch raised himself on his elbow, and looked at Ivan Ivanovitch.
"I will give you my dark-brown sow, the one I have fed in the sty. A magnificent sow. You"ll see, she"ll bring you a litter of pigs next year."
"I do not see, Ivan Ivanovitch, how you can talk so. What could I do with your sow? Make a funeral dinner for the devil?"
"Again! You can"t get along without the devil! It"s a sin! by Heaven, it"s a sin, Ivan Nikiforovitch!"
"What do you mean, Ivan Ivanovitch, by offering the deuce knows what kind of a sow for my gun?"
"Why is she "the deuce knows what," Ivan Nikiforovitch?"
"Why? You can judge for yourself perfectly well; here"s the gun, a known thing; but the deuce knows what that sow is like! If it had not been you who said it, Ivan Ivanovitch, I might have put an insulting construction on it."
"What defect have you observed in the sow?"
"For what do you take me--for a sow?"
"Sit down, sit down! I won"t--No matter about your gun; let it rot and rust where it stands in the corner of the storeroom. I don"t want to say anything more about it!"
After this a pause ensued.
"They say," began Ivan Ivanovitch, "that three kings have declared war against our Tzar."
"Yes, Peter Feodorovitch told me so. What sort of war is this, and why is it?"
"I cannot say exactly, Ivan Nikiforovitch, what the cause is. I suppose the kings want us to adopt the Turkish faith."
"Fools! They would have it," said Ivan Nikiforovitch, raising his head.
"So, you see, our Tzar has declared war on them in consequence. "No,"
says he, "do you adopt the faith of Christ!""
"Oh, our people will beat them, Ivan Ivanovitch!"
"They will. So you won"t exchange the gun, Ivan Nikiforovitch?"
"It"s a strange thing to me, Ivan Ivanovitch, that you, who seem to be a man distinguished for sense, should talk such nonsense. What a fool I should be!"
"Sit down, sit down. G.o.d be with it! let it burst! I won"t mention it again."
At this moment lunch was brought in.
Ivan Ivanovitch drank a gla.s.s and ate a pie with sour cream. "Listen, Ivan Nikiforovitch: I will give you, besides the sow, two sacks of oats. You did not sow any oats. You"ll have to buy some this year in any case."
"By Heaven, Ivan Ivanovitch, I must tell you you are very foolish! Who ever heard of swapping a gun for two sacks of oats? Never fear, you don"t offer your coat."
"But you forget, Ivan Nikiforovitch, that I am to give you the sow too."
"What! two sacks of oats and a sow for a gun?"
"Why, is it too little?"
"For a gun?"
"Of course, for a gun."
"Two sacks for a gun?"
"Two sacks, not empty, but filled with oats; and you"ve forgotten the sow."
"Kiss your sow; and if you don"t like that, then go to the Evil One!"
"Oh, get angry now, do! See here; they"ll stick your tongue full of red-hot needles in the other world for such G.o.dless words. After a conversation with you, one has to wash one"s face and hands and fumigate one"s self."
"Excuse me, Ivan Ivanovitch; my gun is a choice thing, a most curious thing; and besides, it is a very agreeable decoration in a room."