On Renumeration of Labour

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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.