Agafya kept her eyes fixed on the copse for a long time and moved her hands impatiently.
"Why, where can he be?" she said, laughing nervously. "Where has the devil carried him? I am going! I really must be going."
Meanwhile the noise was growing more and more distinct. By now one could distinguish the rumble of the wheels from the heavy gasps of the engine. Then we heard the whistle, the train crossed the bridge with a hollow rumble . . . another minute and all was still.
"I'll wait one minute more," said Agafya, sitting down resolutely. "So be it, I'll wait."
At last Savka appeared in the darkness. He walked noiselessly on the crumbling earth of the kitchen gardens and hummed something softly to himself.
"Here's a bit of luck; what do you say to that now?" he said gaily. "As soon as I got up to the bush and began taking aim with my hand it left off singing! Ah, the bald dog! I waited and waited to see when it would begin again, but I had to give it up."
Savka flopped clumsily down to the ground beside Agafya and, to keep his balance, clutched at her waist with both hands.
"Why do you look cross, as though your aunt were your mother?" he asked.
With all his soft-heartedness and good-nature, Savka despised women. He behaved carelessly, condescendingly with them, and even stooped to scornful laughter of their feelings for himself. God
