Lytchkov the father, looking at the ground; "you are educated people; it is for you to know best. Only, you see, Voronov, a rich peasant at Eresnevo, promised to build a school; he, too, said, 'I will do this for you,' 'I will do that for you,' and he only put up the framework and refused to go on. And then they made the peasants put the roof on and finish it; it cost them a thousand roubles. Voronov did not care; he only stroked his beard, but the peasants felt it a bit hard."
"That was a crow, but now there's a rook, too," said Kozov, and he winked.
There was the sound of laughter.
"We don't want a school," said Volodka sullenly. "Our children go to Petrovskoe, and they can go on going there; we don't want it."
Elena Ivanovna seemed suddenly intimidated; her face looked paler and thinner, she shrank into herself as though she had been touched with something coarse, and walked away without uttering another word. And she walked more and more quickly, without looking round.
"Lady," said Rodion, walking after her, "lady, wait a bit; hear what I would say to you."
He followed her without his cap, and spoke softly as though begging.
"Lady, wait and hear what I will say to you."
They had walked out of the village, and Elena Ivanovna stopped beside a cart in the shade of an old mountain ash.
"Don't be offended, lady," said Rodion.
"What does it mean? Have patience. Have pa-
