He now rescued Vavil,
And bought him the boots 340
To take home to his grandchild.

The old man fled blindly,
But clasping them tightly,
Forgetting to thank him,
Bewildered with joy.
The crowd was as pleased, too,
As if had been given
To each one a rouble.

The peasants next visit
The picture and book stall; 350
The pedlars are buying
Their stock of small pictures,
And books for their baskets
To sell on the road.

"'Tis generals, _you_ want!"
The merchant is saying.

"Well, give us some generals;
But look--on your conscience--
Now let them be real ones,
Be fat and ferocious." 360

"Your notions are funny,"
The merchant says, smiling;
"It isn't a question