they drank tea in the kitchen with the cook, then they went into the barn and lay down on the ground between the sledge and the wall.  It was dark here and smelt of harness.  The lights went out about the house, then they could hear the deaf man shutting up the shop, the mowers settling themselves about the yard to sleep.  In the distance at the Hrymin Juniors’ they were playing on the expensive concertina....  Praskovya and Lipa began to go to sleep.

And when they were awakened by somebody’s steps it was bright moonlight; at the entrance of the barn stood Aksinya with her bedding in her arms.

“Maybe it’s a bit cooler here,” she said; then she came in and lay down almost in the doorway so that the moonlight fell full upon her.

She did not sleep, but breathed heavily, tossing from side to side with the heat, throwing off almost all the bedclothes.  And in the magic moonlight what a beautiful, what a proud animal she was!  A little time passed, and then steps were heard again:  the old father, white all over, appeared in the doorway.

“Aksinya,” he called, “are you here?”

“Well?” she responded angrily.

“I told you just now to throw the money into the well, have you done so?”

“What next, throwing property into the water!  I gave them to the mowers....”

“Oh my God!” cried the old man, dumbfounded and alarmed.  “Oh my God! you wicked woman....”

He flung up his hands and went out, and he kept saying something as he went away.  And a little later Aksinya sat up and sighed heavily with annoyance, then got up and, gathering up her bedclothes in her arms, went out.

“Why did you marry me into this family, mother?” said Lipa.

“One has to be married, daughter.  It was not us who ordained it.”

And a feeling of inconsolable woe was ready to take possession of them.  But it seemed to them that someone was looking down from the height of the heavens, out of the blue from where the stars were seeing everything that was going on in Ukleevo, watching over them.  And however great was wickedness, still the night was calm and beautiful, and still in God’s world there is and will be truth and justice as calm and beautiful, and everything on earth is only waiting to be made one with truth and justice, even as the moonlight is blended with the night.

And both, huddling close to one another, fell asleep comforted.

VI

News had come long before that Anisim had been put in prison for coining and passing bad money.  Months passed, more than half a year passed, the long winter was over, spring had begun, and everyone in the house and the village had grown used to the fact that Anisim was in prison.  And when anyone passed by the house or the shop at night he would remember that Anisim was in prison; and when they rang at the churchyard for some reason, that, too, reminded them that he was in prison awaiting trial.