Matvey at once. "Why are you standing there doing nothing! When are you going to break the ice?"
Matvey crosses himself, takes the crowbar in both hands, and begins breaking the ice, carefully keeping to the circle that has been drawn. Seryozhka sits down on the box and watches the heavy clumsy movements of his assistant.
"Easy at the edges! Easy there! " he commands. "If you can't do it properly, you shouldn't undertake it, once you have undertaken it you should do it. You!"
A crowd collects on the top of the bank. At the sight of the spectators Seryozhka becomes even more excited.
"I declare I am not going to do it . . ." he says, lighting a stinking cigarette and spitting on the ground. "I should like to see how you get on without me. Last year at Kostyukovo, Styopka Gulkov undertook to make a Jordan as I do. And what did it amount to—it was a laughing-stock. The Kostyukovo folks came to ours—crowds and crowds of them! The people flocked from all the villages."
'Because except for ours there is nowhere a proper Jordan . . ."
"Work, there is no time for talking. . . . Yes, old man . . . you won't find another Jordan like it in the whole province. The soldiers say you would look in vain, they are not so good even in the towns. Easy, easy!"
Matvey puffs and groans. The work is not easy. The ice is firm and thick; and he has to break it
