“They will remain pupils here,” said Trirodov, “until they are ready for practical work or for scientific and artistic occupations. Then some of them will go to technical schools, others to universities. Why, then, should they have certificates for a course in a Primary School?” Shabalov repeated dully and stubbornly: “Things are not done that way. Your school is counted among the Primary Schools. Those who have completed the course should receive certificates. How else can it be?--judge for yourself! And if you wish to go beyond the primary course, then you’ll have to procure for yourself a private gymnasia or a professional school, or, if you like, a commercial one. But what you want is impossible. And, of course, you’d have to engage real teachers in place of your cheap barefoots.” “My barefoots,” retorted Trirodov, “have the same diplomas and learning as the real teachers, to use your expression. It is strange that you do not know or realize that fact. And they receive such ample pay from me that I should hesitate to call them cheap. Generally speaking, it seems to me that in its relation to private schools the so-called educational council would do well to limit itself to an external police surveillance of a purely negative character. They should merely see whether we commit anything of a criminal nature. But what business have you with the direction of schools? You have so few schools of your own, and yet they are so poor that you have quite a time to attend to them.” Shabalov, somewhat subdued, replied: “Still, the examination will have to be held. Surely you understand that? And the Headmaster of the National Schools is anxious to be present at the examination. We have our instructions from the Ministry, and it is impossible to discuss the matter. Our business is to execute orders.” “Come here yourselves if it is absolutely necessary to hold an examination,” said Trirodov coldly. “Very well,” said Shabalov upon reflection. “I will report your wish to the Headmaster of the National Schools. I don’t know how he will look upon the matter, but I will make my report.” Then he reflected again briefly. He rubbed his back, covered by its blue official frock, against the back of his chair--the greasy, faded cloth against the handsome dark-green leather--and said: “If the Headmaster agrees to it, we will appoint the day and send you the notification, that you may expect us.” In the course of a few days Shabalov sent the announcement that the examination in Trirodov’s school was appointed to be held on May 30, at ten o’clock in the morning, on the premises. This meddling on the part of the educational police annoyed Trirodov, but he had to submit to it. CHAPTER XXX