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Indispensable indeed! Glory to God! I know that a gun stands in my storehouse.""A fine gun that! Why, Ivan Nikiforovitch, the lock is ruined.""What do you mean by ruined? It can be set right; all that needs to be done is to rub it with hemp-oil, so that it may not rust.""I see in your words, Ivan Nikiforovitch, anything but a friendly disposition towards me.You will do nothing for me in token of friendship.""How can you say, Ivan Ivanovitch, that I show you no friendship? You ought to be ashamed of yourself.Your oxen pasture on my steppes and Ihave never interfered with them.When you go to Poltava, you always ask for my waggon, and what then? Have I ever refused? Your children climb over the fence into my yard and play with my dogs--I never say anything; let them play, so long as they touch nothing; let them play!""If you won't give it to me, then let us make some exchange.""What will you give me for it?" Thereupon Ivan Nikiforovitch raised himself on his elbow, and looked at Ivan Ivanovitch.

"I will give you my dark-brown sow, the one I have fed in the sty.Amagnificent sow.You'll see, she'll bring you a litter of pigs next year.""I do not see, Ivan Ivanovitch, how you can talk so.What could I do with your sow? Make a funeral dinner for the devil?""Again! You can't get along without the devil! It's a sin! by Heaven, it's a sin, Ivan Nikiforovitch!""What do you mean, Ivan Ivanovitch, by offering the deuce knows what kind of a sow for my gun?""Why is she 'the deuce knows what,' Ivan Nikiforovitch?""Why? You can judge for yourself perfectly well; here's the gun, a known thing; but the deuce knows what that sow is like! If it had not been you who said it, Ivan Ivanovitch, I might have put an insulting construction on it.""What defect have you observed in the sow?"

"For what do you take me--for a sow?"

"Sit down, sit down! I won't-- No matter about your gun; let it rot and rust where it stands in the corner of the storeroom.I don't want to say anything more about it!"After this a pause ensued.

"They say," began Ivan Ivanovitch, "that three kings have declared war against our Tzar.""Yes, Peter Feodorovitch told me so.What sort of war is this, and why is it?""I cannot say exactly, Ivan Nikiforovitch, what the cause is.Isuppose the kings want us to adopt the Turkish faith.""Fools! They would have it," said Ivan Nikiforovitch, raising his head.

"So, you see, our Tzar has declared war on them in consequence.'No,'

says he, 'do you adopt the faith of Christ!'""Oh, our people will beat them, Ivan Ivanovitch!""They will.So you won't exchange the gun, Ivan Nikiforovitch?""It's a strange thing to me, Ivan Ivanovitch, that you, who seem to be a man distinguished for sense, should talk such nonsense.What a fool I should be!""Sit down, sit down.God be with it! let it burst! I won't mention it again."At this moment lunch was brought in.

Ivan Ivanovitch drank a glass and ate a pie with sour cream."Listen, Ivan Nikiforovitch: I will give you, besides the sow, two sacks of oats.You did not sow any oats.You'll have to buy some this year in any case.""By Heaven, Ivan Ivanovitch, I must tell you you are very foolish! Who ever heard of swapping a gun for two sacks of oats? Never fear, you don't offer your coat.""But you forget, Ivan Nikiforovitch, that I am to give you the sow too.""What! two sacks of oats and a sow for a gun?""Why, is it too little?"

"For a gun?"

"Of course, for a gun."

"Two sacks for a gun?"