Thats when all are equal and all have property in common, there are no marriages, and every one has any religion and laws he likes best, and all the rest of it. You are not old enough to understand that yet. Its cold, though.
Yes, twelve degrees of frost. Father just looked at the thermometer.
Have you noticed, Smurov, that in the middle of winter we dont feel so cold even when there are fifteen or eighteen degrees of frost as we do now, in the beginning of winter, when there is a sudden frost of twelve degrees, especially when there is not much snow. Its because people are not used to it. Everything is habit with men, everything even in their social and political relations. Habit is the great motive-power. What a funny-looking peasant!
Kolya pointed to a tall peasant, with a good-natured countenance, in a long sheepskin coat, who was standing by his waggon, clapping together his hands, in their shapeless leather gloves, to warm them. His long fair beard was all white with frost.
That peasants beards frozen, Kolya cried in a loud provocative voice as he passed him.
Lots of peoples beards are frozen, the peasant replied, calmly and sententiously.
Dont provoke him, observed Smurov.
Its all right; he wont be cross; hes a nice fellow. Good-bye, Matvey.
Is your name Matvey?
Yes. Didnt you know?
No, I didnt. It was a guess.
You dont say so! You are a schoolboy, I suppose?
You get whipped, I expect?
Nothing to speak ofsometimes.
Does it hurt?
Well, yes, it does.
Ech, what a life! The peasant heaved a sigh from the bottom of his heart.
Good-bye. You are a nice chap, that you are.
The boys went on.
That was a nice peasant, Kolya observed to Smurov. I like talking to the peasants, and am always glad to do them justice.
Why did you tell a lie, pretending we are thrashed? asked Smurov.
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