40 MAKAR'S DREAM
wooden bowl rose out of reach, high, high into the air. So the young servants of God flew up to it on their pinions and hundreds of them pulled it to the floor with ropes.
Heavy is the labour of a native of Chalgan!
Then Father Ivan began adding up the number of frauds that Makar had committed, and there proved to be twenty-one thousand, three hundred and three. Then he added up the number of bottles of vodka he had drunk, and there proved to be four hundred. And the priest read on and Makar saw that the wooden bowl was pulling on the gold one; it sank into the hole, and, as the priest read, it descended ever deeper and deeper.
Makar realised then that things were going badly for him; he stepped up to the scales and furtively tried to block them with his foot.
But one of the servants saw it, and a clamour arose amongst them.
"What is the matter there?" asked the old Toyon.
"Why, he was trying to block the scales with his foot!" cried the servant.
At that the Toyon turned wrathfully to Makar, exclaiming:
"I see that you are a cheat, a sluggard, and a drunkard. You have left your arrears unpaid behind you, you owe tithes to the priest, and the policeman is steadily sinning on your account by swearing every time he speaks your name."
