boy, bringing his exhibition to an end, looked upon the children with the benevolent smile of a thoroughbred artist and stretching forth his hand said:
"Now give me something."
We all became silent, until one of the children said:
"Money?"
"Yes," said the lad.
"Look at him," said the children.
"For money, we could do those tricks ourselves."
The audience became hostile toward the artist, and betook itself to the field, ridiculing and insulting him. Of course, none of them had any money. I myself, had only seven kopecks about me. I put two coins in the boy's dusty palm. He moved them with his finger and with a kindly smile said: "Thank you."
He went away, and I noticed that his shirt around his back was all in black blotches and was clinging close to his shoulder-blades.
"Hold on, what is it?"
He stopped, turned about, scrutinised me and said distinctly, with the same kindly smile:
