Johnson in impatience left a cabin.
Air was warm. Having thrown off a fur coat, Johnson ran to a lodge. Крукс hardly kept up with it.
There was a fine autumn evening. The setting sun brightly lit large red apples on garden apple-trees.
– However – with surprise Johnson said – really I overslept till fall?
He ran up to a fencing of a garden and saw the son and the wife. Little Samuel sat among autumn flowers and with laughter threw mother’s apples. Frederica’s face was not visible behind apple-tree branches.
– Samuel! Frederica! – joyfully Johnson cried and, having jumped through a low fencing, ran through beds towards to the wife and the son.
But the kid instead of rushing towards to the father, began to cry, having taken away the approaching Johnson, and in a fright rushed to mother.
Johnson stopped and suddenly uvidat the mistake: it were not Samuel and Frederica though the boy very much resembled his son. Young mother left because of a tree. It was one years with Frederica, same light and ruddy. But hair were more dark. Of course, it is not Frederica! And as soon as he could be mistaken! Possibly, it is one of neighbors or Frederica’s girlfriends.
Johnson slowly approached and bowed. The young woman expectantly looked at it.
– Forgive, I, apparently, frightened your son – he told, getting accustomed to the child and being surprised to similarity with Itself – ale. – Frederica of the house?
– What Frederica? – the woman asked.
– Frederica Johnson, my wife!
– Whether you were mistaken the address? – the woman answered. – Frederica is not here…
– Pretty business! That I was mistaken in the address of own house!
– Your house?.
– And whose? – This confused woman began to irritate Johnson.
On a threshold of a lodge the young man of years of thirty three attracted obviously, seemed noise of voices.
– In what business, Elaine? – he asked, without descending from a step of a porch and popykhivy a short tube.
– Business is in that – Johnson answered that during my absence here, obviously, there were some changes the question turned not to it – … Others lodged in my house…
– In your house? – derisively the young man standing on a porch asked.
– Yes, in my house! – Johnson answered, having waved a hand on the cottage.
– With whom I have honor to speak? – the young man asked.
– I am Bendzhemin Johnson!
– Bendzhemin Johnson? – the young man asked again and burst out laughing. You hear, Elaine? – he addressed the woman. – One more Bendzhemin Johnson and owner of this cottage!
– Allow to assure you – suitable Kruks suddenly put in a ward – that before you really Bendzhemin Johnson. – And he pointed to Johnson by a hand.
– It becomes entertaining. And with itself dragged the witness! Allow also you to tell that your joke is unsuccessful. Thirty three years I was Bendzhemin Johnson who was born in this house and its owner, and now you want to convince me that the owner of the house, Bendzhemin Johnson, this young man!
