1 Beat her to death," cried Mikolka, "it's come to that.
2 "I'll teach you to kick," Mikolka shouted ferociously.
3 Get in, all get in," cried Mikolka, "she will draw you all.
4 Mikolka was in a fury that he could not kill her at one blow.
5 "Hit her in the face, in the eyes, in the eyes," cried Mikolka.
6 They all clambered into Mikolka's cart, laughing and making jokes.
7 Mikolka stood on one side and began dealing random blows with the crowbar.
8 Then he jumped up and flew in a frenzy with his little fists out at Mikolka.
9 "Finish her off," shouted Mikolka and he leapt beside himself, out of the cart.
10 "It's my property," shouted Mikolka and brought the shaft down with a swinging blow.
11 And Mikolka swung the shaft a second time and it fell a second time on the spine of the luckless mare.
12 "Get in, I'll take you all," Mikolka shouted again, leaping first into the cart, seizing the reins and standing straight up in front.
13 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.