"And you?" the baker flung at her grimly, never taking his eyes off her. "What am I?" "N---nothing." "Well, then, give me quickly the little kringels." Never before had she bidden us hurry. "There's plenty of time," said the baker, not stirring, and not removing his eyes from her face. Then, suddenly, she turned round and disappeared through the door. The baker took his shovel and said, calmly turning away toward the oven: "Well, that settles it! But a soldier! a common beast like that-- a low cur!" Like a flock of sheep we all pressed round the table, sat down silently, and began listlessly to work. Soon, however, one of us remarked: "Perhaps, after all----" "Shut up!" shouted the baker. We were all convinced that he was a man of judgment, a man who knew more than we did about things. And at the sound of his voice we were convinced of the soldier's victory, and our spirits became sad and downcast. At twelve o'clock--while we were eating our dinners--the soldier came in. He was as clean and as smart as ever, and looked at us--as usual-- straight in the eyes. But we were all awkward in looking at him. "Now then, honored sirs, would you like me to show you a soldier's quality?" he said, chuckling proudly. "Go out into the passage, and look through the crack-- do you understand?" We went into the passage, and stood all pushing against one another, squeezed up to the cracks of the wooden partition of the passage that looked into the yard. We had not to wait long. Very soon Tanya, with hurried footsteps and a careworn face, walked across the yard, jumping over the puddles of melting snow and mud: she disappeared into the store cellar. Then whistling, and not hurrying himself, the soldier followed in the same direction. His hands were thrust in his pockets; his mustaches were quivering. Rain was falling, and we saw how its drops fell into the puddles, and the puddles were wrinkled by them. The day was damp and gray-- a very dreary day. Snow still lay on the roofs, but on the ground dark patches of mud had begun to appear. And the snow on the roofs too was covered by a layer of brownish dirt. The rain fell slowly with a depressing sound. It was cold and disagreeable for us waiting. The first to come out of the store cellar was the soldier; he walked slowly across the yard, his mustaches twitching, his hands in his pockets--the same as always. Then--Tanya, too, came out. Her eye~her eyes were radiant with joy and happiness, and her lips--were smiling. And she walked as though in a dream, staggering, with unsteady steps. We could not bear this quietly. All of us at once rushed to the door, dashed out into the yard and--hissed at her, reviled her viciously, loudly, wildly. She started at seeing us, and stood as though rooted in the mud under her feet. We formed a ring round her! and malignantly, without restraint, abused her with vile words, said shameful things to her.