is true he drank sometimes, and he took snuff, and was fond of singing; but he was a peaceable man, and lived on good terms with his family and with his neighbours. He was short and dark, with a curly beard, and, like his patron saint Elisha, he was quite bald-headed.
The two old men had taken a vow long since and had arranged to go on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem together: but Efím could never spare the time; he always had so much business on hand; as soon as one thing was finished he started another. First he had to arrange his grandson's marriage; then to wait for his youngest son's return from the army, and after that he began building a new hut.
One holiday the two old men met outside the hut and, sitting down on some timber, began to talk.
'Well,' asked Elisha, 'when are we to fulfil our vow?'
Efím made a wry face.
'We must wait,' he said. 'This year has turned out a hard one for me. I started building this hut thinking it would cost me something over a hundred roubles, but now it's getting on for three hundred and it's still not finished. We shall have to wait till the summer. In summer, God willing, we will go without fail.'
'It seems to me we ought not to put it off, but should go at once,' said Elisha. 'Spring is the best time.'
'The time's right enough, but what about my building? How can I leave that?'
'As if you had no one to leave in charge! Your son can look after it.'
'But how? My eldest son is not trustworthy—he sometimes takes a glass too much.'
'Ah, neighbour, when we die they'll get on without us. Let your son begin now to get some experience.'
'That's true enough; but somehow when one begins a thing one likes to see it done.'
'Eh, friend, we can never get through all we have to do. The other day the women-folk at home were
