contemptuous look, and lay down again; whereupon I concluded that the

driver was wondering to himself who we were, whence we had come, and

whither we were going.

These various objects of interest had absorbed so much of my time that,

as yet, I had paid no attention to the crooked figures on the verst

posts as we passed them in rapid succession; but in time the sun began

to burn my head and back, the road to become increasingly dusty, the

impedimenta in the carriage to grow more and more uncomfortable, and

myself to feel more and more cramped. Consequently, I relapsed into

devoting my whole faculties to the distance-posts and their numerals,

and to solving difficult mathematical problems for reckoning the time

when we should arrive at the next posting-house.

'Twelve versts are a third of thirty- six, and in all there are forty-one

to Lipetz. We have done a third and how much, then?', and so forth, and

so forth.

'Vassili,' was my next remark, on observing that he was beginning to nod

on the box-seat, 'suppose we change seats? Will you?' Vassili agreed,

and had no sooner stretched himself out in the body of the vehicle than

he began to snore. To me on my new perch, however, a most interesting

spectacle now became visible--namely, our horses, all of which were

familiar to me down to the smallest detail.

'Why is Diashak on the right today, Philip, not on the left?' I asked

knowingly. 'And Nerusinka is not doing her proper share of the pulling.'

'One could not put Diashak on the left,' replied Philip, altogether

ignoring my last remark. 'He is not the kind of horse to put there at

all. A horse like the one on the left now is the right kind of one for

the job.'

After this fragment of eloquence, Philip turned towards Diashak and

began to do his best to worry the poor animal by jogging at the reins,

in spite of the fact that Diashak was doing well and dragging the

vehicle almost unaided. This Philip continued to do until he found it

convenient to breathe and rest himself awhile and to settle his cap

askew, though it had looked well enough before.

I profited by the opportunity to ask him to let me have the reins

to hold, until, the whole six in my hand, as well as the whip, I had

attained complete happiness. Several times I asked whether I was doing

things right, but, as usual, Philip was never satisfied, and soon

destroyed my felicity.

The heat increased until a hand showed itself at the carriage window,

and waved a bottle and a parcel of eatables; whereupon Vassili leapt

briskly from the britchka, and ran forward to get us something to eat

and drink.

When we arrived at a steep descent, we all got out and ran down it to

a little bridge, while Vassili and Jakoff followed, supporting the

carriage on either side, as though to hold it up in the event of its

threatening to upset.

After that, Mimi gave permission for a change of seats, and sometimes

Woloda or myself would ride in the carriage, and Lubotshka or Katenka

in the britchka. This arrangement greatly pleased the girls, since much

more fun went on in the britchka. Just when the day was at its hottest,

we got out at a wood, and, breaking off a quantity of branches,

transformed our vehicle into a bower. This travelling arbour then

bustled on to catch the carriage up, and had the effect of exciting

Lubotshka to one of those piercing shrieks of delight which she was in

the habit of occasionally emitting.

At last we drew near the village where we were to halt and dine. Already

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