"May God give you a hundred years of life for having
reassured
a
poor old man.
poor old man.
Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant
" We took our places.
"To Fort Belogorsk! " said Pugatchef to the robust Tartar driver, who
standing guided the team. My heart beat violently.
The horses dashed forward, the little bell tinkled, the "_kibitka_,"
bounded across the snow.
"Stop! stop! " cried a voice which I knew but too well; and I saw
Saveliitch running towards us. Pugatchef bid the man stop.
"Oh! my father, Petr' Andrejitch," cried my follower, "don't forsake me
in my old age among the rob--"
"Aha! old owl! " said Pugatchef, "so God again brings us together. Here,
seat yourself in front. "
"Thanks, Tzar, thanks my own father," replied Saveliitch, taking his
seat.
"May God give you a hundred years of life for having reassured a
poor old man. I shall pray God all my life for you, and I'll never talk
about the hareskin '_touloup_. '"
This hareskin "_touloup_" might end at last by making Pugatchef
seriously angry. But the usurper either did not hear or pretended not to
hear this ill-judged remark. The horses again galloped.
The people stopped in the street, and each one saluted us, bowing low.
Pugatchef bent his head right and left.
In a moment we were out of the village and were taking our course over
a well-marked road. What I felt may be easily imagined. In a few hours I
should see again her whom I had thought lost to me for ever. I imagined
to myself the moment of our reunion, but I also thought of the man in
whose hands lay my destiny, and whom a strange concourse of events bound
to me by a mysterious link.
I recalled the rough cruelty and bloody habits of him who was disposed
to prove the defender of my love. Pugatchef did not know she was the
daughter of Captain Mironoff; Chvabrine, driven to bay, was capable of
telling him all, and Pugatchef might learn the truth in other ways.
Then, what would become of Marya? At this thought a shudder ran through
my body, and my hair seemed to stand on end.
All at once Pugatchef broke upon my reflections.
"To Fort Belogorsk! " said Pugatchef to the robust Tartar driver, who
standing guided the team. My heart beat violently.
The horses dashed forward, the little bell tinkled, the "_kibitka_,"
bounded across the snow.
"Stop! stop! " cried a voice which I knew but too well; and I saw
Saveliitch running towards us. Pugatchef bid the man stop.
"Oh! my father, Petr' Andrejitch," cried my follower, "don't forsake me
in my old age among the rob--"
"Aha! old owl! " said Pugatchef, "so God again brings us together. Here,
seat yourself in front. "
"Thanks, Tzar, thanks my own father," replied Saveliitch, taking his
seat.
"May God give you a hundred years of life for having reassured a
poor old man. I shall pray God all my life for you, and I'll never talk
about the hareskin '_touloup_. '"
This hareskin "_touloup_" might end at last by making Pugatchef
seriously angry. But the usurper either did not hear or pretended not to
hear this ill-judged remark. The horses again galloped.
The people stopped in the street, and each one saluted us, bowing low.
Pugatchef bent his head right and left.
In a moment we were out of the village and were taking our course over
a well-marked road. What I felt may be easily imagined. In a few hours I
should see again her whom I had thought lost to me for ever. I imagined
to myself the moment of our reunion, but I also thought of the man in
whose hands lay my destiny, and whom a strange concourse of events bound
to me by a mysterious link.
I recalled the rough cruelty and bloody habits of him who was disposed
to prove the defender of my love. Pugatchef did not know she was the
daughter of Captain Mironoff; Chvabrine, driven to bay, was capable of
telling him all, and Pugatchef might learn the truth in other ways.
Then, what would become of Marya? At this thought a shudder ran through
my body, and my hair seemed to stand on end.
All at once Pugatchef broke upon my reflections.
