On Taxes

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On Taxes

The Bailiff

Grushka

Bailiff

Entering a poor cottage. Nobody is in except Grushka, a little girl of seven. He looks around him. Nobody at home?

Grushka

Mother has gone to bring home the cow, and Fedka is at work in the master’s yard.

Bailiff

Well, tell your mother the bailiff called. Tell her I am giving her notice for the third time, and that she must pay her taxes before Sunday without fail, or else I will take her cow.

Grushka

The cow? Are you a thief? We will not let you take our cow.

Bailiff

Smiling. What a smart girl, I say! What is your name?

Grushka

Grushka.

Bailiff

You are a good girl, Grushka. Now listen. Tell your mother that, although I am not a thief, I will take her cow.

Grushka

Why will you take our cow if you are not a thief?

Bailiff

Because what is due must be paid. I shall take the cow for the taxes that are not paid.

Grushka

What’s that: taxes?

Bailiff

What a nuisance of a girl! What are taxes? They are money paid by the people by the order of the Tsar.

Grushka

To whom?

Bailiff

The Tsar will look after that when the money comes in.

Grushka

He’s not poor, is he? We are the poor people. The Tsar is rich. Why does he want us to give him money?

Bailiff

He does not take it for himself. He spends it on us, fools that we are. It all goes to supply our needs⁠—to pay the authorities, the army, the schools. It is for our own good that we pay taxes.

Grushka

How does it benefit us if our cow is taken away? There’s no good in that.

Bailiff

You will understand that when you are grown-up. Now, mind you give your mother my message.

Grushka

I will not repeat all your nonsense to her. You can do whatever you and the Tsar want. And we shall mind our own business.

Bailiff

What a devil of a girl she will be when she grows up!