"If we live, we shall see," said the staff-captain; "and you will act just so, and so will he when he commands a battery," he added, pointing at Volodya.
"Why do you think, Friedrich Krestyanitch, that he would turn it to his profit?" broke in Tchernovitzky. "Perhaps he has property of his own; then why should he turn it to profit?"
"No, sir, I ... excuse me, captain," said Volodya, reddening up to his ears, "that strikes me as insulting."
"Oh ho, ho! What a madcap he is!" said Kraut.
"That has nothing to do with it; I only think that if the money were not mine, I should not take it."
"Now, I'll tell you something right here, young man," began the staff-captain in a more serious tone, "you are to understand that when you command a battery, if you manage things well, that's sufficient; the commander of a battery does not meddle with provisioning the soldiers; that is the way it has been from time immemorial in the artillery. If you are a bad manager, you will have nothing left. Now, these are the expenditures in conformity with your position: for shoeing your horse,--one (he closed one finger); for the apothecary,--two (he closed another finger); for office work,--three (he shut a third); for extra horses, which cost five hundred rubles, my dear fellow,--that's four; you must change the soldiers' collars, you will use a great deal of coal, you must keep open table for your officers. If you are a battery-commander, you must live decently; you need a carriage, and a fur coat, and this thing and that thing, and a dozen more ... but what's the use of enumerating them all!"
"But this is the principal thing, Vladímir Semyónitch," interpolated the captain, who had held his peace all this time; "imagine yourself to be a man who, like myself, for instance, has served twenty years, first for two hundred, then for three hundred rubles pay; why should he not be given at least a bit of bread, against his old age?"
"Eh! yes, there you have it!" spoke up the staff-captain again, "don't be in a hurry to pronounce judgment, but live on and serve your time."
Volodya was horribly ashamed and sorry for having spoken so thoughtlessly, and he muttered something and continued to listen in silence, when Dyadenko undertook, with the greatest zeal, to dispute it and to prove the contrary.