"
Immediately a party of Russian hussars surrounded us with awful oaths.
Immediately a party of Russian hussars surrounded us with awful oaths.
Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant
At the Commandant's window I saw Chvabrine standing, with a
face of dark hatred.
I did not wish to triumph meanly over a humbled enemy, and looked away
from him.
At last we passed the principal gate, and for ever left Fort Belogorsk.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE ARREST.
Reunited in so marvellous a manner to the young girl who, that very
morning even, had caused me so much unhappy disquiet, I could not
believe in my happiness, and I deemed all that had befallen me a dream.
Marya looked sometimes thoughtfully upon me and sometimes upon the road,
and did not seem either to have recovered her senses. We kept
silence--our hearts were too weary with emotion.
At the end of two hours we had already reached the neighbouring fort,
which also belonged to Pugatchef. We changed horses there.
By the alertness with which we were served and the eager zeal of the
bearded Cossack whom Pugatchef had appointed Commandant, I saw that,
thanks to the talk of the postillion who had driven us, I was taken for
a favourite of the master.
When we again set forth it was getting dark. We were approaching a
little town where, according to the bearded Commandant, there ought to
be a strong detachment on the march to join the usurper.
The sentries stopped us, and to the shout, "Who goes there? " our
postillion replied aloud--
"The Tzar's gossip, travelling with his good woman.
"
Immediately a party of Russian hussars surrounded us with awful oaths.
"Get out, devil's gossip! " a Quartermaster with thick moustachios said
to me.
"We'll give you a bath, you and your good woman! "
I got out of the "_kibitka_," and asked to be taken before the
authorities.
Seeing I was an officer, the men ceased swearing, and the Quartermaster
took me to the Major's.
Saveliitch followed me, grumbling--
"That's fun--gossip of the Tzar! --out of the frying-pan into the fire!
Oh, Lord! how will it all end? "
The "_kibitka_" followed at a walk. In five minutes we reached a little
house, brilliantly lit up. The Quartermaster left me under the guard,
and went in to announce his capture.
He returned almost directly, and told me "his high mightiness,"[67] had
not time to see me, and that he had bid me be taken to prison, and that
my good woman be brought before him.
"What does it all mean? " I cried, furiously; "is he gone mad?
face of dark hatred.
I did not wish to triumph meanly over a humbled enemy, and looked away
from him.
At last we passed the principal gate, and for ever left Fort Belogorsk.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE ARREST.
Reunited in so marvellous a manner to the young girl who, that very
morning even, had caused me so much unhappy disquiet, I could not
believe in my happiness, and I deemed all that had befallen me a dream.
Marya looked sometimes thoughtfully upon me and sometimes upon the road,
and did not seem either to have recovered her senses. We kept
silence--our hearts were too weary with emotion.
At the end of two hours we had already reached the neighbouring fort,
which also belonged to Pugatchef. We changed horses there.
By the alertness with which we were served and the eager zeal of the
bearded Cossack whom Pugatchef had appointed Commandant, I saw that,
thanks to the talk of the postillion who had driven us, I was taken for
a favourite of the master.
When we again set forth it was getting dark. We were approaching a
little town where, according to the bearded Commandant, there ought to
be a strong detachment on the march to join the usurper.
The sentries stopped us, and to the shout, "Who goes there? " our
postillion replied aloud--
"The Tzar's gossip, travelling with his good woman.
"
Immediately a party of Russian hussars surrounded us with awful oaths.
"Get out, devil's gossip! " a Quartermaster with thick moustachios said
to me.
"We'll give you a bath, you and your good woman! "
I got out of the "_kibitka_," and asked to be taken before the
authorities.
Seeing I was an officer, the men ceased swearing, and the Quartermaster
took me to the Major's.
Saveliitch followed me, grumbling--
"That's fun--gossip of the Tzar! --out of the frying-pan into the fire!
Oh, Lord! how will it all end? "
The "_kibitka_" followed at a walk. In five minutes we reached a little
house, brilliantly lit up. The Quartermaster left me under the guard,
and went in to announce his capture.
He returned almost directly, and told me "his high mightiness,"[67] had
not time to see me, and that he had bid me be taken to prison, and that
my good woman be brought before him.
"What does it all mean? " I cried, furiously; "is he gone mad?
