A SPORTSMAN'S SKETCHES
ceeded to inquire, putting his check handkerchief into his pocket.
'Why, they do say, Nikolai Eremyitch, they're asking for carpenters from us.'
'Well, aren't there any among you, hey?'
'To be sure there are, Nikolai Eremyitch; our place is right in the woods; our earnings are all from the wood, to be sure. But it's the busy time, Nikolai Eremyitch. Where's the time to come from?'
'The time to come from! Busy time! I dare say, you're so eager to work for outsiders, and don't care to work for your mistress. . . . It's all the same!'
'The work's all the same, certainly, Nikolai Eremyitch . . . but . . .'
'Well?'
'The pay's . . . very . . .'
'What next! You've been spoiled; that's what it is. Get along with you!'
'And what's more, Nikolai Eremyitch, there'll be only a week's work, but they'll keep us hanging on a month. One time there's not material enough, and another time they'll send us into the garden to weed the path.'
'What of it? Our lady herself is pleased to give the order, so it's useless you and me talking about it.'
Sidor was silent; he began shifting from one leg to the other.
Nikolai Eremyitch put his head on one side,
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