"Oi! what a calf that was! When he bunted the cow with his head while sucking, her hind part flew up to the crossbeam." "The secretary said--" "What is the secretary to me?" asked Repa, angrily. "The secretary is no more for me,-- "'He is no more for me Than Ignatsi--'" "Let us drink again!" They drank again. Repa grew calm somehow, and sat down on the bench; that moment the door opened, and on the threshold appeared the green cap, the upturned nose, and the goatee of the secretary. Repa, who had his cap pushed to the back of his head, threw it at once on the floor, stood up and bellowed out: "Be praised." "Is the mayor here?" asked the secretary. "He is!" answered three voices. The secretary approached, and at the same moment flew up Shmul, the shopkeeper, with a glass of arrack. Zolzik sniffed it, made a wry face, and sat down at the table. Silence reigned for a moment. At last Gomula began, "Lord secretary?" "What?" "Is that true about this forest?" "True. But you must write a petition as a whole commune." "I will not subscribe," said Repa, who had the general peasant aversion to subscribing his name. "No one will beg of thee. If thou wilt not subscribe, thou wilt not receive. Thy will." Repa fell to scratching his head; the secretary, turning to the mayor and the councilman, said in an official tone,-- "It is true about the forest; but each one must surround his own part with a fence to avoid disputes." "That's it; the fence will cost more than the forest is worth," put in Repa. The secretary paid no attention to him. "To pay for the fence," said he to the mayor and the councilman, "the government sends money. Every one will receive profit even, for there will be fifty rubles to each man." Repa's eyes just flashed, though he was drunk. "If that is so, I will subscribe. But where is the money?" "I have the money," said the secretary. "And here is the document." So saying, he took out a paper folded in four, and read something which the peasants did not understand, though they were greatly delighted; but if Repa had been more sober, he would have seen how the mayor muttered to the councilman. Then, O wonder! The secretary, taking out the money, said,-- "Well, who will write first?" All subscribed in turn; when Repa took the pen, Zolzik took away the document, and said,-- "Perhaps thou are not willing? All this is of free will." "Why shouldn't I be willing?" "Shmul!" called the secretary. Shmul appeared in the door. "Well, what does the lord secretary wish?" "Come here as a witness that everything is of free will." Then, turning to Repa, he said, "Perhaps thou art not willing?" But Repa had subscribed already, and fixed on the paper a jew[10] no worse than Shmul; then he took the money from Zolzik, fifty whole rubles, and, putting them away in his bosom, cried,-- [10] A great ink blot. "Now give us some more arrack!"