After the dinner break Buynovsky had begun by working with Fetyukov. The ramp was steep and treacherous and he didn’t make a very good job of it to begin with. Once or twice Shukhov gave him a gentle touch of the whip. “Hurry it up a bit, Captain! Captain, let’s have some blocks here!” But while the captain moved more briskly with every load, Fetyukov got lazier: the dirtbag would walk along, deliberately tilting the handbarrow and splashing mortar out to make it lighter. Once Shukhov punched him in the back. “Filthy rat! I bet you kept the men hard at it when you were the manager!” “Foreman!”
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