They drove on through the forest silently, except for the creaking of the cart and the loud singing of the nightingales in the tops of the tall firs.  They came at last to their hut.

“Ah!” said old Peter, as he lifted them out, first one and then the other; “it isn’t only Vanya who’s asleep.”  And he carried them in, and put them to bed without waking them.

The end.