The Works of Leo Tolstoi. One Volume Edition. Roslyn, NY: Black's
Readers Service Co., 1928, pages 4-18.
 CHAPTER VIII: THE YEARS PASS
Another year passed, and another, and Michael was now living his
sixth :year With Simon. He lived as before. He went nowhere, only spoke
when necessary, and had only smiled twice in all those years--once when
Matryona gave him food, and a second time when the gentleman was in the
hut. Simon was more than pleased with his work. He never now asked him
where he came from, and only feared lest Michael should go away.
They were all at home one day. Matryona was putting iron pots in the
oven; the children were running along the benches and looking out of the
window; Simon was sewing at one window, and Michael was fastening on a
heel at the other.
One of the boys ran along the bench to work, turned to the window,
and looked out of the window
"Look, Uncle Michael! There is a lady with little girls! She seems
to be coming here. And one of the girls is lame."
When the boy said that, Michael dropped his work, turned to the window,
and looked out into the street.
Simon was surprised. Michael never used to look out into the street,
but now he pressed against the window, staring at something. Simon also
looked out, and saw that a well-dressed woman was really coming to his
hut, leading by the hand two little girls in fur coats and woollen shawls.
The girls could hardly be told one from the other, except that one of them
was crippled in her leg and walked with a limp.
The woman stepped into the porch and entered the passage. Feeling about
for the entrance she found the latch, which she lifted, and opened the
door. She let the two girls go in first, and followed them into the hut.
"Good day, good folk!"
 "Pray come in," said Simon. "What can we do for you?"
The woman sat down by the table. The two little girls pressed close
to her knees, afraid of the people in the hut.
"I want leather shoes made for these two little girls, for spring."
"We can do that. We never have made such small shoes, but we can make
them; either welted or turn-over shoes, linen lined. My man, Michael, is
a master at the work."
Simon glanced at Michael and saw that he had left his work and was
sitting with his eyes fixed on the little girls. Simon was surprised. It
was true the girls were pretty, with black eyes, plump, and rosy-cheeked,
and they wore nice kerchiefs and fur coats, but still Simon could not understand
why Michael should look at them like that--just as if he had known them
before. He was puzzled, but went on talking with the woman, and arranging
the price. Having fixed it, he prepared the measure. The woman lifted the
lame girl on to her lap and said: "Take two measures from this little girl.
Make one shoe for the lame foot and three for the sound one. They both
have the same sized feet. They are twins."
Simon took the measure and, speaking of the lame girl, said: "How did
it happen to her? She is such a pretty girl. Was she born so?"
"No, her mother crushed her leg." Then. Matryona joined in. She wondered
who this woman was, and whose the children were, so she said: "Ave not
you their mother, then?"
"No, my good woman; I am neither their mother nor any relation to them.
They were quite strangers to me, but I adorned them."
"They are not your children and yet you are so fond of them?"
"How can I help being fond of them? I fed them both at my own breasts.
I had a little son who died, and I was as fond of him as I now am of them."
"Then whose children are they?"