1 Near the entrance of the tavern stood a cart, but a strange cart.
2 They all clambered into Mikolka's cart, laughing and making jokes.
3 "Finish her off," shouted Mikolka and he leapt beside himself, out of the cart.
4 It was one of those big carts usually drawn by heavy cart-horses and laden with casks of wine or other heavy goods.
5 "Get in, I'll take you all," Mikolka shouted again, leaping first into the cart, seizing the reins and standing straight up in front.
6 "Give us a song, mates," shouted someone in the cart and everyone in the cart joined in a riotous song, jingling a tambourine and whistling.
7 And a heavy shower of rain came on, too, and Dounia, insulted and put to shame, had to drive with a peasant in an open cart all the seventeen versts into town.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER III 8 She sank back on her haunches, but lurched forward and tugged forward with all her force, tugged first on one side and then on the other, trying to move the cart.
9 The laughter in the cart and in the crowd was redoubled, but Mikolka flew into a rage and furiously thrashed the mare, as though he supposed she really could gallop.
10 He threw down the whip, bent forward and picked up from the bottom of the cart a long, thick shaft, he took hold of one end with both hands and with an effort brandished it over the mare.
11 But now, strange to say, in the shafts of such a cart he saw a thin little sorrel beast, one of those peasants' nags which he had often seen straining their utmost under a heavy load of wood or hay, especially when the wheels were stuck in the mud or in a rut.