'That which Dmitri Andreich Olenin gave him is gone -- he's exchanged it.' 'No, I have not; but I spoke with the servant to-day,' said the cornet, 'and he said his master has again received a thousand rubles.' 'Rolling in riches, in short,' said the old woman.
The whole family felt cheerful and contented.
The work was progressing successfully.

The grapes were more abundant and finer than they had expected.
After dinner Maryanka threw some grass to the oxen, folded her beshmet for a pillow, and lay down under the wagon on the juicy down-trodden grass.

She had on only a red kerchief over her head and a faded blue print smock, yet she felt unbearably hot.

Her face was burning, and she did not know where to put her feet, her eyes were moist with sleepiness and weariness, her lips parted involuntarily, and her chest heaved heavily and deeply.
The busy time of year had begun a fortnight ago and the continuous heavy labour had filled the girl's life.

At dawn she jumped up, washed her face with cold water, wrapped herself in a shawl, and ran out barefoot to see to the cattle.