“By no means, your Excellency, I think it was something that really happened.  What other explanation is there for the existence of so many different languages on earth?”

“Then the Flood must really have taken place, too?”

“Certainly, else; how would you explain the existence of Antediluvian animals?  Besides, the Moscow Gazette says——­”

They made search for the old number of the Moscow Gazette, seated themselves in the shade, and read the whole sheet from beginning to end.  They read of festivities in Moscow, Tula, Penza and Riazan, and strangely enough felt no discomfort at the description of the delicacies served.

There is no saying how long this life might have lasted.  Finally, however, it began to bore the Officials.  They often thought of their cooks in St. Petersburg, and even shed a few tears in secret.

“I wonder how it looks in Podyacheskaya Street now, your Excellency,” one of them said to the other.

“Oh, don’t remind me of it, your Excellency.  I am pining away with homesickness.”

“It is very nice here.  There is really no fault to be found with this place, but the lamb longs for its mother sheep.  And it is a pity, too, for the beautiful uniforms.”

“Yes, indeed, a uniform of the fourth class is no joke.  The gold embroidery alone is enough to make one dizzy.”

Now they began to importune the Muzhik to find some way of getting them back to Podyacheskaya Street, and strange to say, the Muzhik even knew where Podyacheskaya Street was.  He had once drunk beer and mead there, and as the saying goes, everything had run down his beard, alas, but nothing into his mouth.  The Officials rejoiced and said:  “We are Officials from Podyacheskaya Street.”

“And I am one of those men—­do you remember?—­who sit on a scaffolding hung by ropes from the roofs and paint the outside walls.  I am one of those who crawl about on the roofs like flies.  That is what I am,” replied the Muzhik.

The Muzhik now pondered long and heavily on how to give great pleasure to his Officials, who had been so gracious to him, the lazy-bones, and had not scorned his work.  And he actually succeeded in constructing a ship.  It was not really a ship, but still it was a vessel, that would carry them across the ocean close to Podyacheskaya Street.

“Now, take care, you dog, that you don’t drown us,” said the Officials, when they saw the raft rising and falling on the waves.

“Don’t be afraid.  We muzhiks are used to this,” said the Muzhik, making all the preparations for the journey.  He gathered swan’s-down and made a couch for his two Officials, then he crossed himself and rowed off from shore.