“Am I going the right way for Irivka?” he asked the old man driving the cart.
“If you aren’t scared of getting your trousers mucky, get on,” said the man.
After a while, the old man mentioned that Irivka was slightly out of his way — he was going to Kobivka, but from Kobivka to Irivka it was just a stone’s throw. The old man repeated this information several times. Eugene just nodded.
By the big oak he was ready to get off, but the old man said he wanted the part of Irivka that was closer to the field, so it would be more convenient to go via Kobivka. When he asked the old man how he knew where he was going, the reply came:
“Well, you’re going to the General’s, aren’t you?”
To this day he doesn’t know where the old man on the cart got his information from, but his sources were correct
