Inquisitive heads peeped over the wooden fence and through the cracks.
The mournful priest's widow kissed the crucifix and handed a torn yellow rouble note damp from her tears to Father Sergius, in response to which the latter sighed and muttered something about the good Lord visiting his wrath upon us.
Father Sergius's expression suggested that he knew perfectly well why the good Lord was doing so, only he would not say.
Whereupon the crowd in the street dispersed, and since chickens go to sleep early no one knew that in the chicken-coop of Drozdova's neighbour three hens and a rooster had kicked the bucket all at once.
They vomited like Drozdova's hens, only their end came inconspicuously in the locked chicken-coop.
The rooster toppled off the perch head-first and died in that pose.
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