On Renumeration of Labour
The Father
Katia, a girl of nine
Fedia, a boy of eight
Katia
Father, our sledge is broken. Couldn’t you mend it for us?
Father
No, darling, I can not. I don’t know how to do it. Give it to Prohor; he will put it right for you.
Katia
We have asked him to already. He says he is busy. He is making a gate.
Father
Well, then, you must just wait a little with your sledge.
Fedia
And you, father, can’t you mend it for us, really?
Father
Smiling. Really, my boy.
Fedia
Can’t you do any work at all?
Father
Laughing. Oh yes, there are some kinds of work I can do. But not the kind that Prohor does.
Fedia
Can you make samovars like Vania?
Father
No.
Fedia
Or harness horses?
Father
Not that either.
Fedia
I wonder why are we all unable to do any work, and they do it all for us. Ought it to be like that?
Father
Everybody has to do the work he is fit for. Learn, like a good boy, and you will know what work everybody has to do.
Fedia
Are we not to learn how to prepare food and to harness horses?
Father
There are things more necessary than that.
Fedia
I know: to be kind, not to get cross, not to abuse people. But isn’t it possible to do the cooking and harness horses, and be kind just the same? Isn’t that possible?
Father
Undoubtedly. Just wait till you are grown up. Then you will understand.
Fedia
And what if I don’t grow up?
Father
Don’t talk nonsense!
Katia
Then we may ask Prohor to mend the sledge?
Father
Yes, do. Go to Prohor and tell him I wish him to do it.