Dostoevsky would have liked to have had Tolstoy's commitment to the peasants but he preferred to gamble instead. "If I had any peasants I'd only gamble them away," he said morosely. "Don't give me any peasants."
The peasants overheard him and began to chase him down the street.
"Have us! Take us!"
"No! No!"
"We're yours!"
"Save me!"
"Hee hee hee!"
They were happy for the first time in years.
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