her keys, going from the granary to the cellar and from there to the shop, and old Tsybukin
looked at her good-humouredly while his eyes glowed, and at such moments he regretted
she had not been married to his elder son instead of to the younger one, who was deaf, and
who evidently knew very little about female beauty.
The old man had always an inclination for family life, and he loved his family more than
anything on earth, especially his elder son, the detective, and his daughter-in-law. Aksinya
had no sooner married the deaf son than she began to display an extraordinary gift for
business, and knew who could be allowed to run up a bill and who could not: she kept the
keys and would not trust them even to her husband; she kept the accounts by means of the
reckoning beads, looked at the horses' teeth like a peasant, and was always laughing or
shouting; and whatever she did or said the old man was simply delighted and muttered:
"Well done, daughter-in-law! You are a smart wench!"
He was a widower, but a year after his son's marriage he could not resist getting married
himself. A girl was found for him, living twenty miles from Ukleevo, called Varvara
Nikolaevna, no longer quite young, but good-looking, comely, and belonging to a decent
family. As soon as she was installed into the upper-storey room everything in the house
seemed to brighten up as though new glass had been put into all the windows. The lamps
gleamed before the ikons, the tables were covered with snow-white cloths, flowers with red
buds made their appearance in the windows and in the front garden, and at dinner, instead
of eating from a single bowl, each person had a separate plate set for him. Varvara
Nikolaevna had a pleasant, friendly smile, and it seemed as though the whole house were
smiling, too. Beggars and pilgrims, male and female, began to come into the yard, a thing
which had never happened in the past; the plaintive sing-song voices of the Ukleevo
peasant women and the apologetic coughs of weak, seedy-looking men, who had been
dismissed from the factory for drunkenness were heard under the windows. Varvara helped
them with money, with bread, with old clothes, and afterwards, when she felt more at home,
began taking things out of the shop. One day the deaf man saw her take four ounces of tea
and that disturbed him.
"Here, mother's taken four ounces of tea," he informed his father afterwards; "where is that
to be entered?"
The old man made no reply but stood still and thought a moment, moving his eyebrows,
and then went upstairs to his wife.
"Varvarushka, if you want anything out of the shop," he said affectionately, "take it, my
dear. Take it and welcome; don't hesitate."
And the next day the deaf man, running across the yard, called to her:
"If there is anything you want, mother, take it."
There was something new, something gay and light-hearted in her giving of alms, just as
there was in the lamps before the ikons and in the red flowers. When at Carnival or at the
church festival, which lasted for three days, they sold the peasants tainted salt meat,
smelling so strong it was hard to stand near the tub of it, and took scythes, caps, and their