In front of him walked Kutuzov's groom leading horses in horsecloths.

Then came a cart, and behind that walked an old, bandy-legged domestic serf in a peaked cap and sheepskin coat.

"Tit! I say, Tit!" said the groom.

"What?" answered the old man absent-mindedly.

"Go, Tit! Thresh a bit!" "Oh, you fool!" said the old man, spitting angrily.