"In heaven's name where is Marya
Ivanofna?
Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant
A
terrible apprehension crossed my mind. I thought of Marya in the hands
of the robbers. My heart failed me; I burst into tears and murmured the
name of my loved one. At this moment I heard a slight noise, and
Polashka, very pale, came out from behind the press.
"Oh, Petr' Andrejitch," said she, wringing her hands; "what a day, what
horrors! "
"Marya Ivanofna," cried I, impatiently, "where is Marya Ivanofna? "
"The young lady is alive," replied Polashka; "she is hidden at Akoulina
Pamphilovna's. "
"In the pope's house! " I exclaimed, affrighted. "Good God! Pugatchef is
there! "
I rushed out of the room, in two jumps I was in the street and running
wildly towards the pope's house. From within there resounded songs,
shouts, and bursts of laughter; Pugatchef was at the table with his
companions. Polashka had followed me; I sent her secretly to call aside
Akoulina Pamphilovna. The next minute the pope's wife came out into the
ante-room, an empty bottle in her hand.
"In heaven's name where is Marya Ivanofna? " I asked, with indescribable
agitation.
"She is in bed, the little dove," replied the pope's wife, "in my bed,
behind the partition. Ah! Petr' Andrejitch, a misfortune very nearly
happened. But, thank God, all has passed happily over. The villain had
scarcely sat down to table before the poor darling began to moan. I
nearly died of fright. He heard her. "
"'Who is that moaning, old woman? ' said he.
"I saluted the robber down to the ground.
"'My niece, Tzar; she has been ill and in bed for more than a week. '
"'And your niece, is she young? '
"'She is young, Tzar. '
"'Let us see, old woman; show me your niece.
terrible apprehension crossed my mind. I thought of Marya in the hands
of the robbers. My heart failed me; I burst into tears and murmured the
name of my loved one. At this moment I heard a slight noise, and
Polashka, very pale, came out from behind the press.
"Oh, Petr' Andrejitch," said she, wringing her hands; "what a day, what
horrors! "
"Marya Ivanofna," cried I, impatiently, "where is Marya Ivanofna? "
"The young lady is alive," replied Polashka; "she is hidden at Akoulina
Pamphilovna's. "
"In the pope's house! " I exclaimed, affrighted. "Good God! Pugatchef is
there! "
I rushed out of the room, in two jumps I was in the street and running
wildly towards the pope's house. From within there resounded songs,
shouts, and bursts of laughter; Pugatchef was at the table with his
companions. Polashka had followed me; I sent her secretly to call aside
Akoulina Pamphilovna. The next minute the pope's wife came out into the
ante-room, an empty bottle in her hand.
"In heaven's name where is Marya Ivanofna? " I asked, with indescribable
agitation.
"She is in bed, the little dove," replied the pope's wife, "in my bed,
behind the partition. Ah! Petr' Andrejitch, a misfortune very nearly
happened. But, thank God, all has passed happily over. The villain had
scarcely sat down to table before the poor darling began to moan. I
nearly died of fright. He heard her. "
"'Who is that moaning, old woman? ' said he.
"I saluted the robber down to the ground.
"'My niece, Tzar; she has been ill and in bed for more than a week. '
"'And your niece, is she young? '
"'She is young, Tzar. '
"'Let us see, old woman; show me your niece.
