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5. CHAPTER V
 (continued)"Get in, get in!" shouted one of them, a young thick-necked peasant
 with a fleshy face red as a carrot. "I'll take you all, get in!" But at once there was an outbreak of laughter and exclamations in the
 crowd. "Take us all with a beast like that!" "Why, Mikolka, are you crazy to put a nag like that in such a cart?" "And this mare is twenty if she is a day, mates!" "Get in, I'll take you all," Mikolka shouted again, leaping first into
 the cart, seizing the reins and standing straight up in front. "The
 bay has gone with Matvey," he shouted from the cart--"and this brute,
 mates, is just breaking my heart, I feel as if I could kill her. She's
 just eating her head off. Get in, I tell you! I'll make her gallop!
 She'll gallop!" and he picked up the whip, preparing himself with
 relish to flog the little mare. "Get in! Come along!" The crowd laughed. "D'you hear, she'll gallop!" "Gallop indeed! She has not had a gallop in her for the last ten
 years!" "She'll jog along!" "Don't you mind her, mates, bring a whip each of you, get ready!" "All right! Give it to her!" They all clambered into Mikolka's cart, laughing and making jokes. Six
 men got in and there was still room for more. They hauled in a fat,
 rosy-cheeked woman. She was dressed in red cotton, in a pointed,
 beaded headdress and thick leather shoes; she was cracking nuts and
 laughing. The crowd round them was laughing too and indeed, how could
 they help laughing? That wretched nag was to drag all the cartload of
 them at a gallop! Two young fellows in the cart were just getting
 whips ready to help Mikolka. With the cry of "now," the mare tugged
 with all her might, but far from galloping, could scarcely move
 forward; she struggled with her legs, gasping and shrinking from the
 blows of the three whips which were showered upon her like hail. The
 laughter in the cart and in the crowd was redoubled, but Mikolka flew
 into a rage and furiously thrashed the mare, as though he supposed she
 really could gallop. |