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"
How
many
years
have
you
been
fattening
on
the
commune
?
"
Karp
shouted
at
him
.
"
It
's
all
one
to
you
!
You
'll
dig
up
your
pot
of
money
and
take
it
away
with
you
...
What
does
it
matter
to
you
whether
our
homes
are
ruined
or
not
?
"
"
We
've
been
told
to
keep
order
,
and
that
no
one
is
to
leave
their
homes
or
take
away
a
single
grain
,
and
that
's
all
about
it
!
"
cried
another
.
"
It
was
your
son
's
turn
to
be
conscripted
,
but
no
fear
!
You
begrudged
your
lump
of
a
son
,
"
a
little
old
man
suddenly
began
attacking
Dron
--
"
and
so
they
took
my
Vánka
to
be
shaved
for
a
soldier
!
But
we
all
have
to
die
.
"
"
To
be
sure
,
we
all
have
to
die
.
I
'm
not
against
the
commune
,
"
said
Dron
.
"
That
's
it
--
not
against
it
!
You
've
filled
your
belly
...
"
The
two
tall
peasants
had
their
say
.
As
soon
as
Rostóv
,
followed
by
Ilyín
,
Lavrúshka
,
and
Alpátych
,
came
up
to
the
crowd
,
Karp
,
thrusting
his
fingers
into
his
belt
and
smiling
a
little
,
walked
to
the
front
.
Dron
on
the
contrary
retired
to
the
rear
and
the
crowd
drew
closer
together
.
"
Who
is
your
Elder
here
?
Hey
?
"
shouted
Rostóv
,
coming
up
to
the
crowd
with
quick
steps
.
"
The
Elder
?
What
do
you
want
with
him
?
...
"
asked
Karp
.
But
before
the
words
were
well
out
of
his
mouth
,
his
cap
flew
off
and
a
fierce
blow
jerked
his
head
to
one
side
.
