"Tolstoy, Leo - How Much Land Does A Man Need" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tolstoy Leo)

ground and the money on it, and the chief sitting on the ground holding his
sides. And Pakhom remembered his dream.

"There is plenty of land," thought he, "but will God let me life on it? I
have lost my life, I have lost my life! I shall never reach that spot!"

Pakhom looked at the sun, which had reached the earth: one side of it had
already disappeared. With all his remaining strength he rushed on, bending
his body forward so that his legs could hardly follow fast enough to keep
him from falling. Just as he reached the hillock it suddenly grew dark. He
looked up - the sun had already set! He gave a cry: "All my labour has been
in vain," thought he, and was about to stop, but he heard the Bashkirs
still shouting and remembered that though to him, from below, the sun
seemed to have set, they on the hillock could still see it. He took a long
breath and ran up the hillock. It was still light there. He reached the top
and saw the cap. Before it sat the chief laughing and holding his sides.
Again Pakhom remembered his dream, and he uttered a cry: his legs gave way
beneath him, he fell forward and reached the cap with his hands.

"Ah, that's a fine fellow!" exclaimed the chief. "He has gained much land!"

Pakhom's servant came running up and tried to raise him, but he saw that
blood was flowing from his mouth. Pakhom was dead!

The Bashkirs clicked their tongues to show their pity.

His servant picked up the spade and dug a grave long enough for Pakhom to
lie in, and buried him in it. Six feet from his head to his heels was all
he needed.