of the garden one could see the playful birds in the trees fluttering about from branch to branch.
"I wonder why I am yawning so," thought Katerina Lvovna. "Well, I might get up and walk about the yard, or go into the garden."
Katerina Lvovna threw an old cloth jacket over her shoulders and went out.
Out of doors it was light, and you could take deep long breaths, and in the shed near the warehouse such gay laughter was heard.
"Why are you so merry?" said Katerina Lvovna to her father-in-law's clerk.
"Little Mother, Katerina Lvovna, it's because they are weighing a live pig," answered the old clerk.
"What! A pig?"
"It is that pig Aksinia, who gave birth to a son, Vassili, and never invited us to the christening," answered a merry, bold young fellow. He had an impudent good-looking face, framed in curly coal-black locks, and a little beard that was only just beginning to grow.
At that moment the fat red face of the cook Aksinia looked out of the flour vat which was hanging to the beam of the weighing machine.
"You devils, you smooth faced imps!" the cook swore, trying to catch hold of the iron beam and get out of the swaying vat.
