a hero of our time-第3章
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visit us。 Not a day passed but he would come; now for one thing; now for another。 And; indeed; Grigori Aleksandrovich and I spoiled him。 What a dare…devil the boy was! Up to anything; picking up a cap at full gallop; or bringing things down with his gun! He had one bad quality; he was terribly greedy for money。 Once; for the fun of the thing; Grigori Aleksandrovich promised to give him a ducat if he would steal the best he…goat from his father's herd for him; and; what do you think? The very next night he came lugging it in by the horns! At times we used to take it into our heads to tease him; and then his eyes would become bloodshot and his hand would fly to his dagger immediately。
〃'You'll be losing your life if you are not careful; Azamat;' I would say to him。 'That hot head of yours will get you into trouble。'
〃On one occasion; the old prince himself came to invite us to the wedding of his eldest daughter; and; as we were guest…friends with him; it was impossible to decline; Tartar though he was。 We set off。 In the village we were met by a number of dogs; all barking loudly。 The women; when they saw us coming; hid them… selves; but those whose faces we were able to get a view of were far from being beauties。
〃'I had a much better opinion of the Cir… cassian women;' remarked Grigori Aleksandrovich。
〃'Wait a bit!' I answered; with a smile; I had my own views on the subject。
〃A number of people had already gathered at the prince's hut。 It is the custom of the Asiatics; you know; to invite all and sundry to a wedding。 We were received with every mark of honour and conducted to the guest…chamber。 All the same; I did not forget quietly to mark where our horses were put; in case anything unforeseen should happen。〃
〃How are weddings celebrated amongst them?〃 I asked the staff…captain。
〃Oh; in the usual way。 First of all; the Mullah reads them something out of the Koran; then gifts are bestowed upon the young couple and all their relations; the next thing is eating and drinking of buza; then the dance on horse… back; and there is always some ragamuffin; bedaubed with grease; bestriding a wretched; lame jade; and grimacing; buffooning; and making the worshipful company laugh。 Finally; when darkness falls; they proceed to hold what we should call a ball in the guest…chamber。 A poor; old greybeard strums on a three…stringed in… strument I forget what they call it; but anyhow; it is something in the nature of our balalaika。'1' The girls and young children set themselves in two ranks; one opposite the other; and clap their hands and sing。 Then a girl and a man come out into the centre and begin to chant verses to each other whatever comes into their heads and the rest join in as a chorus。 Pechorin and I sat in the place of honour。 All at once up came our host's youngest daughter; a girl of about sixteen; and chanted to Pechorin how shall I put it? something in the nature of a compliment。〃 。 。 。
'1' A kind of two…stringed or three…stringed guitar。
〃What was it she sang do you remember?〃
〃It went like this; I fancy: 'Handsome; they say; are our young horsemen; and the tunics they wear are garnished with silver; but handsomer still is the young Russian officer; and the lace on his tunic is wrought of gold。 Like a poplar amongst them he stands; but in gardens of ours such trees will grow not nor bloom!'
〃Pechorin rose; bowed to her; put his hand to his forehead and heart; and asked me to answer her。 I know their language well; and I translated his reply。
〃When she had left us I whispered to Grigori Aleksandrovich:
〃'Well; now; what do you think of her?'
〃'Charming!' he replied。 'What is her name?'
〃'Her name is Bela;' I answered。
〃And a beautiful girl she was indeed; her figure was tall and slender; her eyes black as those of a mountain chamois; and they fairly looked into your soul。 Pechorin; deep in thought; kept his gaze fixed upon her; and she; for her part; stole glances at him often enough from under her lashes。 Pechorin; however; was not the only one who was admiring the pretty princess; another pair of eyes; fixed and fiery; were gazing at her from the corner of the room。 I took a good look at their owner; and recognised my old acquaintance Kazbich; who; you must know; was neither exactly 'friendly' nor yet the other thing。 He was an object of much suspicion; although he had never actually been caught at any knavery。 He used to bring rams to our fortress and sell them cheaply; only he never would haggle; whatever he demanded at first you had to give。 He would have his throat cut rather than come down in price。 He had the reputation of being fond of roaming on the far side of the Kuban with the Abreks; and; to tell the truth; he had a regular thief's visage。 A little; wizened; broad…shouldered fellow he was but smart; I can tell you; smart as the very devil! His tunic was always worn out and patched; but his weapons were mounted in silver。 His horse was renowned throughout Kabardia and; indeed; a better one it would be impossible to imagine! Not without good reason did all the other horsemen envy Kazbich; and on more than one occasion they had attempted to steal the horse; but they had never succeeded。 I seem to see the animal before me now black as coal; with legs like bow…strings and eyes as fine as Bela's! How strong he was too! He would gallop as much as fifty versts at a stretch! And he was well trained besides he would trot behind his master like a dog; and actually knew his voice! Kazbich never used to tether him either just the very horse for a robber! 。 。 。
〃On that evening Kazbich was more sullen than ever; and I noticed that he was wearing a coat of mail under his tunic。 'He hasn't got that coat of mail on for nothing;' I thought。 'He has some plot in his head; I'll be bound!'
〃It grew oppressively hot in the hut; and I went out into the air to cool myself。 Night had fallen upon the mountains; and a mist was beginning to creep along the gorges。
〃It occurred to me to pop in under the shed where our horses were standing; to see whether they had their fodder; and; besides; it is never any harm to take precautions。 My horse was a splendid one too; and more than one Kabardian had already cast fond glances at it; repeating at the same time: 'Yakshi tkhe chok yakshi。''1'
'1' 〃Good very good。〃
〃I stole along the fence。 Suddenly I heard voices; one of which I immediately recognised。
It was that of the young pickle; Azamat; our host's son。 The other person spoke less and in a quieter tone。
〃'What are they discussing there?' I won… dered。 'Surely it can't be my horse!' I squatted down beside the fence and proceeded to play the eavesdropper; trying not to let slip a single word。 At times the noise of songs and the buzz of voices; escaping from the hut; drowned the conversation which I was finding interesting。
〃'That's a splendid horse of yours;' Azamat was saying。 'If I were master of a house of my own and had a stud of three hundred mares; I would give half of it for your galloper; Kazbich!'
〃'Aha! Kazbich!' I said to myself; and I called to mind the coat of mail。
〃'Yes;' replied Kazbich; after an interval of silence。 'There is not such another to be found in all Kabardia。 Once it was on the other side of the Terek I had ridden with the Abreks to seize the Russian herds。 We had no luck; so we scattered in different directions。 Four Cossacks dashed after me。 I could actually hear the cries of the giaours behind me; and in front of me there was a dense forest。 I crouched down in the saddle; committed myself to Allah; and; for the first time in my life; insulted my horse with a blow of the whip。 Like a bird; he plunged among the branches; the sharp thorns tore my clothing; the dead boughs of the cork…elms struck against my face! My horse leaped over tree… trunks and burst his way through bushes with his chest! It would have been better for me to have abandoned him at the outskirts of the forest and concealed myself in it afoot; but it was a pity to part with him and the Prophet rewarded me。 A few bullets whistled over my head。 I could now hear the Cossacks; who had dismounted; running upon my trac