“What is it?”

“Why, we are on the Zakhárov lands. See where we’ve got to!”

“Nonsense!” retorted Vasíli Andréevich.

“It’s not nonsense, Vasíli Andréevich. It’s the truth,” replied Nikíta. “You can feel that the sledge is going over a potato-field, and there are the heaps of vines which have been carted here. It’s the Zakhárov factory land.”

“Dear me, how we have gone astray!” said Vasíli Andréevich. “What are we to do now?”

“We must go straight on, that’s all. We shall come out somewhere⁠—if not at Zakhárova, then at the proprietor’s farm,” said Nikíta.