Maybe I thought of something else for Volodka."
"Well, if you did, there's nothing bad about it."
"This is what I was going to say. On the one hand I feel for Volodka, but on the other hand, if you think the matter over and weigh it carefully, you see it's impossible to keep him here."
"Of course, what will people say? They'll say, 'How did a little baby boy come to the Golovliovo manor?'"
"Yes, they'll say that and other things. And besides, to stay here will be of no benefit to him.
His mother is young, and she'll spoil him. I am old, and though I have nothing to do with the matter, still, in consideration of his mother's faithful service, I would also be easy with him.
You can't help it, you know, the little fellow will have to be flogged for doing mischief, but how can you? It's this and that, and a woman's tears, and screams, and all.
Am I right?"
"Yes, quite right.
It is annoying."
"What I want is, that all should be well in our house.
I want to see Volodka become a real man in time, a servant of God and a good subject of the Czar.
If God wants him to be a peasant, I should like him to know how to plow, mow, chop wood—a little of everything.
And if it will be his lot to be of a more exalted station, I want him to know some trade, some profession. Children from the foundling asylum sometimes rise to be teachers."
"From the foundling asylum? They are made generals at once, I suppose."
"Well, I wouldn't say generals, but still—maybe Volodka will live to be a famous man.
And as to the manner they are brought up in there, it's excellent.
I know all about it myself.
Clean beds, healthy wet-nurses, white linen clothes, nipples, bottles, diapers, in a word, everything."
"Yes, it couldn't be better—for illegitimates!"
"And if he is placed in the country as a fosterchild, well, that will be just as good.
He will get used to toil from his young days. Toil, you know, is as good as prayer.
We, you see, pray in the regular way. We stand before the ikon, make the sign of the cross, and if our prayer pleases God, He rewards us for it.
But the peasant—he toils.
Sometimes he would be glad to pray in the proper way, but he hasn't the time for it.
But God sees his labors and rewards him for his toil just as He rewards us for our prayers.
We can't all live in palaces and go to balls and dances. Some of us must live in smoky hovels and take care of Mother Earth and nurse her.
And as to where happiness lies, there are two guesses to it.
Some live in palaces and in luxury, and yet shed tears; others live behind clay walls on bread and cider, yet feel as if they were in paradise.
Am I right?"
"Nothing better if you feel as if you were in paradise."
"So, my dear, that's what we will do.
Take that little rascal Volodka, wrap him up warm and cosy and go to Moscow at once with him.
I'll order a roofed cart for you and a pair of good horses. The road is smooth, straight, fair, no puddles, no pitfalls. You'll roll along merrily.
But see to it that everything is done in the best fashion, in Golovliovo fashion, just the way I like things to be done.
The nipple should be clean, and the bottle, clothes, and sheets, and blankets, and diapers—take enough of everything.
And if they won't give it all to you, come and tell me.
When you get to Moscow, stop at an inn.
Ask for enough to eat and a samovar and tea and all that.
Oh, Volodka, dear! What trouble you are to me!
It breaks my heart to part with you, but it can't be helped, my child.
When you grow up, you'll see that it was for your own good, and you'll thank me for it."
Yudushka raised his hands slightly and moved his lips in sign of inner prayer.
But that did not prevent him from glancing sideways at Ulita and noticing the sarcastic quivering of her face.
"Well, what—did you want to say something?"
"No, nothing.
Of course, you know—he'll thank his benefactors—if he finds them."
"Oh, you wicked thing! You think we'll place him there without a proper card?
Why, of course, you'll take out a card, from which document we'll be able to find him.
They'll bring him up and teach him sense, and then we'll come with the card and say, 'Here, now, let's have our fellow, our Volodka.'