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chanting; kissing her boy and shedding tears。 〃Grandfather is
kind and gentle; granny is good; too  kind…hearted。 They are
warm…hearted in the country; they are God…fearing 。 。 。 and there
is a little church in the village; the peasants sing in the
choir。 Queen of Heaven; Holy Mother and Defender; take us away
from here!〃

Andrey Hrisanfitch returned to his room to smoke a little till
there was another ring at the door; and Yefimya ceased speaking;
subsided; and wiped her eyes; though her lips were still
quivering。 She was very much frightened of him  oh; how
frightened of him! She trembled and was reduced to terror by the
sound of his steps; by the look in his eyes; and dared not utter
a word in his presence。

Andrey Hrisanfitch lighted a cigarette; but at that very moment
there was a ring from upstairs。 He put out his cigarette; and;
assuming a very grave face; hastened to his front door。

The general was coming downstairs; fresh and rosy from his bath。

〃And what is there in that room?〃 he asked; pointing to a door。

Andrey Hrisanfitch put his hands down swiftly to the seams of his
trousers; and pronounced loudly:

〃Charcot douche; your Excellency!〃


GUSEV

I

IT was getting dark; it would soon be night。

Gusev; a discharged soldier; sat up in his hammock and said in an
undertone:

〃I say; Pavel Ivanitch。 A soldier at Sutchan told me: while they
were sailing a big fish came into collision with their ship and
stove a hole in it。〃

The nondescript individual whom he was addressing; and whom
everyone in the ship's hospital called Pavel Ivanitch; was
silent; as though he had not heard。

And again a stillness followed。 。 。 The wind frolicked with the
rigging; the screw throbbed; the waves lashed; the hammocks
creaked; but the ear had long ago become accustomed to these
sounds; and it seemed that everything around was asleep and
silent。 It was dreary。 The three invalids  two soldiers and a
sailor  who had been playing cards all the day were asleep and
talking in their dreams。

It seemed as though the ship were beginning to rock。 The hammock
slowly rose and fell under Gusev; as though it were heaving a
sigh; and this was repeated once; twice; three times。 。 。 。
Something crashed on to the floor with a clang: it must have been
a jug falling down。

〃The wind has broken loose from its chain。 。 。〃 said Gusev;
listening。

This time Pavel Ivanitch cleared his throat and answered
irritably:

〃One minute a vessel's running into a fish; the next; the wind's
breaking loose from its chain。 Is the wind a beast that it can
break loose from its chain?〃

〃That's how christened folk talk。〃

〃They are as ignorant as you are then。 They say all sorts of
things。 One must keep a head on one's shoulders and use one's
reason。 You are a senseless creature。〃

Pavel Ivanitch was subject to sea…sickness。 When the sea was
rough he was usually ill…humoured; and the merest trifle would
make him irritable。 And in Gusev's opinion there was absolutely
nothing to be vexed about。 What was there strange or wonderful;
for instance; in the fish or in the wind's breaking loose from
its chain? Suppose the fish were as big as a mountain and its
back were as hard as a sturgeon: and in the same way; supposing
that away yonder at the end of the world there stood great stone
walls and the fierce winds were chained up to the walls 。 。 。 if
they had not broken loose; why did they tear about all over the
sea like maniacs; and struggle to escape like dogs? If they were
not chained up; what did become of them when it was calm?

Gusev pondered for a long time about fishes as big as a mountain
and stout; rusty chains; then he began to feel dull and thought
of his native place to which he was returning after five years'
service in the East。 He pictured an immense pond covered with
snow。 。 。 。 On one side of the pond the red…brick building of the
potteries with a tall chimney and clouds of black smoke; on the
other side  a village。 。 。 。 His brother Alexey comes out in a
sledge from the fifth yard from the end; behind him sits his
little son Vanka in big felt over…boots; and his little girl
Akulka; also in big felt boots。 Alexey has been drinking; Vanka
is laughing; Akulka's face he could not see; she had muffled
herself up。

〃You never know; he'll get the children frozen 。 。 。〃 thought
Gusev。 〃Lord send them sense and judgment that they may honour
their father and mother and not be wiser than their parents。〃

〃They want re…soleing;〃 a delirious sailor says in a bass voice。
〃Yes; yes!〃

Gusev's thoughts break off; and instead of a pond there suddenly
appears apropos of nothing a huge bull's head without eyes; and
the horse and sledge are not driving along; but are whirling
round and round in a cloud of smoke。 But still he was glad he had
seen his own folks。 He held his breath from delight; shudders ran
all over him; and his fingers twitched。

〃The Lord let us meet again;〃 he muttered feverishly; but he at
once opened his eyes and sought in the darkness for water。

He drank and lay back; and again the sledge was moving; then
again the bull's head without eyes; smoke; clouds。 。 。 。 And so
on till daybreak。

II

The first outline visible in the darkness was a blue circle 
the little round window; then little by little Gusev could
distinguish his neighbour in the next hammock; Pavel Ivanitch。
The man slept sitting up; as he could not breathe lying down。 His
face was grey; his nose was long and sharp; his eyes looked huge
from the terrible thinness of his face; his temples were sunken;
his beard was skimpy; his hair was long。 。 。 。 Looking at him you
could not make out of what class he was; whether he were a
gentleman; a merchant; or a peasant。 Judging from his expression
and his long hair he might have been a hermit or a lay brother in
a monastery  but if one listened to what he said it seemed that
he could not be a monk。 He was worn out by his cough and his
illness and by the stifling heat; and breathed with difficulty;
moving his parched lips。 Noticing that Gusev was looking at him
he turned his face towards him and said:

〃I begin to guess。 。 。 。 Yes。 。 。 。 I understand it all perfectly
now。〃

〃What do you understand; Pavel Ivanitch?〃

〃I'll tell you。 。 。 。 It has always seemed to me strange that
terribly ill as you are you should be here in a steamer where it
is so hot and stifling and we are always being tossed up and
down; where; in fact; everything threatens you with death; now it
is all clear to me。 。 。 。 Yes。 。 。 。 Your doctors put you on the
steamer to get rid of you。 They get sick of looking after poor
brutes like you。 。 。 。 You don't pay them anything; they have a
bother with you; and you damage their records with your deaths 
so; of course; you are brutes! It's not difficult to get rid of
you。 。 。 。 All that is necessary is; in the first place; to have
no conscience or humanity; and; secondly; to deceive the steamer
authorities。 The first condition need hardly be considered; in
that respect we are artists; and one can always succeed in the
second with a little practice。 In a crowd of four hundred healthy
soldiers and sailors half a dozen sick ones are not conspicuous;
well; they drove you all on to the steamer; mixed you with the
healthy ones; hurriedly counted you over; and in the confusion
nothing amiss was noticed; and when the steamer had started they
saw that there were paralytics and consumptives in the last stage
lying about on the deck。 。 。 。〃

Gusev did not understand Pavel Ivanitch; but supposing he was
being blamed; he said in self…defence:

〃I lay on the deck because I had not the strength to stand; when
we were unloaded from the barge on to the ship I caught a fearful
chill。〃

〃It's revolting;〃 Pavel Ivanitch went on。 〃The worst of it is
they know perfectly well that you can't last out the long
journey; and yet they put you here。 Supposing you get as far as
the Indian Ocean; what then? It's horrible to think of it。 。 。 。
And that's their gratitude for your faithful; irreproachable
service!〃

Pavel Ivanitch's eyes looked angry; he frowned contemptuously and
said; gasping:

〃Those are the p

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