miles away. Savély is on the retired list now, and has got the watchman's job; he has to look after the church. . . ."
And the postman was immediately informed that if Savély were to go to the General's lady and ask her for a letter to the bishop, he would be given a good berth. "But he doesn't go to the General's lady because he is lazy and afraid of people We belong to the clergy all the same . . ." added Raïssa.
"What do you live on?" asked the postman.
"There's a kitchen garden and a meadow belonging to the church. Only we don't get much from that," sighed Raïssa. The old skinflint, Father Nikodim, from the next village celebrates here on St. Nicolas' Day in the winter and on St. Nicolas' Day in the summer, and for that he takes almost all the crops for himself. There's no one to stick up for us!"
"You are lying," Savély growled hoarsely. "Father Nikodim is a saintly soul, a luminary of the Church; and if he does take it, it's the regulation!"
"You've a cross one!" said the postman, with a grin. "Have you been married long?"
"It was three years ago the last Sunday before Lent. My father was sexton here in the old days, and when the time came for him to die, he went to the Consistory and asked them to send some unmarried man to marry me that I might keep the place. So I married him."
"Aha, so you killed two birds with one stone!"
