"Cows, what cows? Oh, you mean the black and the spotted one? Well, my dear, they belonged to my mother." "And you are her legitimate heir? Oh, well, you can have them. Do you want me to send you a little calf? I will, if you want me to." "Now, there! Look at her getting excited! Let's talk business, whom do you think the cows belong to?" "How do I know? They were in Pogorelka." "And I do know. I have proof that the cows belonged to mother. I found a memorandum written in her own hand. 'Mine,' is plainly written there." "Oh, let's drop it. It isn't worth talking about." "There's a pony at Pogorelka, too, little old Baldy, you know. Well, about Baldy I am not sure. I think Baldy belonged to mother, but I'm not sure. And I can't speak of what I don't know." "Let's drop it, uncle." "No, why drop it? I'm straight from the shoulder, my dear, I like to bring out the truth of things. Why not talk it over? Nobody wants to part with his own. I don't, you don't. Well, then, let's talk it over and see who's right. And when it comes to talking, I'll tell you plainly: I don't want what's yours and I won't let go of mine, either. Because, though you are not a stranger to me, still I----" "And you even took the ikons," Anninka could not refrain from remarking. "Yes, the ikons, too. I took everything that belonged to me by law." "Now the image case looks as if it has holes in it." "What can you do? You'll have to pray before it as it is. God, you know, does not want your image case, but your prayers. If you are sincere about it, your prayer will reach Him, even if it's done before poor ikons. And if you just pray without meaning it, and look around and make a courtesy, then the best images will be of no avail." Nevertheless, Yudushka rose and offered thanks to God for the fact that his images were "good." "Well, and if you don't like the old image case, have a new one built and put in new ikons instead of those taken out. My deceased mother acquired the old ikons at her own cost, and now it's up to you to get new ones." Porfiry Vladimirych even tittered, so clear and simple did his reasoning seem to him. "But tell me, please, what am I to do now?" Anninka asked. "Well, wait a while. Rest up first, loll around, get some sleep. We'll talk the matter over and examine it from every angle, and we'll see what can be done. Both of us together may think up something." "Sister and I are of age, I think?" "Yes, of age. Quite so. You can now manage yourself and your estate." "Thank God at least for that." "I have the honor to congratulate you." Porfiry Vladimirych rose to kiss her. "How funny you are, uncle, always kissing." "Why shouldn't I kiss you? You are not a stranger, I may say, you are my niece. I like kinsfolk, my dear. I am always for my relatives, near or distant, second, third, or fourth cousins, I'm always with them." "You'd better tell me what I am to do. Must I go to town and see all the officials?"