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“
Well
,
are
they
at
home
,
my
good
man
?
”
Darya
Alexandrovna
said
vaguely
,
not
knowing
how
to
ask
about
Anna
,
even
of
this
peasant
.
“
At
home
for
sure
,
”
said
the
peasant
,
shifting
from
one
bare
foot
to
the
other
,
and
leaving
a
distinct
print
of
five
toes
and
a
heel
in
the
dust
.
“
Sure
to
be
at
home
,
”
he
repeated
,
evidently
eager
to
talk
.
“
Only
yesterday
visitors
arrived
.
There
’
s
a
sight
of
visitors
come
.
What
do
you
want
?
”
He
turned
round
and
called
to
a
lad
,
who
was
shouting
something
to
him
from
the
cart
.
“
Oh
!
They
all
rode
by
here
not
long
since
,
to
look
at
a
reaping
machine
.
They
’
ll
be
home
by
now
.
And
who
will
you
be
belonging
to
?
.
.
.
”
“
We
’
ve
come
a
long
way
,
”
said
the
coachman
,
climbing
onto
the
box
.
“
So
it
’
s
not
far
?
”
“
I
tell
you
,
it
’
s
just
here
.
As
soon
as
you
get
out
.
.
.
.
”
he
said
,
keeping
hold
all
the
while
of
the
carriage
.
A
healthy
-
looking
,
broad
-
shouldered
young
fellow
came
up
too
.
“
What
,
is
it
laborers
they
want
for
the
harvest
?
”
he
asked
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
my
boy
.
”
“
So
you
keep
to
the
left
,
and
you
’
ll
come
right
on
it
,
”
said
the
peasant
,
unmistakably
loth
to
let
the
travelers
go
,
and
eager
to
converse
.
The
coachman
started
the
horses
,
but
they
were
only
just
turning
off
when
the
peasant
shouted
:
“
Stop
!
Hi
,
friend
!
Stop
!
”
called
the
two
voices
.
The
coachman
stopped
.
