We rent a bit of land too.

Fedot, don't let out the gelding, but take it to the trough, and we'll put the other in harness.

" "Oh, father, the ploughshares I ordered, has he brought them along?" asked the big, healthy-looking fellow, obviously the old man's son.

"There...in the outer room," answered the old man, bundling together the harness he had taken off, and flinging it on the ground.

" You can put them on, while they have dinner.