"Yes, curse him and all his works.
What is it you want, little father--tea ?" He turned into the shop and served his customer, duly inscribing the debt among others in a rough, cheap book.
The word soon spread that a carriage was coming along the road from Tver.

All the villagers came to the doors of their dilapidated wooden huts.

Even the kabaks were emptied for a time.

As the vehicle approached it became apparent that the horses were going at a great pace; not only was the loose horse galloping, but also the pair in the shafts.

The carriage was an open one, an ordinary North Russian travelling carriage, not unlike the vehicle we call the victoria, set on high wheels.
Beside the driver on the box sat another servant.