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sabresanglantétaitplacéà côtédelui.Sesyeux, pleinsd’uneexpression
effrayante erraient tout autour. Parfois il frissonnait et se pressait la tête
commes’ilnecomprenaitpasbiencequis’étaitpassélaveille:Jenelisais
pasunegrandedéterminationdansceregardinquietetjedisaumajorqu’il
avaittortdenepasfaireenfoncerlaporteetdenepaslancerdesCosaques
àl’intérieur:ilvalaitautantlefairemaintenantqueplustard,lorsqu’ilserait
toutàfaitrevenuàlui.
ÀcemomentunvieuxcapitainedeCosaquess’approchadelaporteet
l’appelaparsonnom:ilrépondit.
—Tuasfaitunesottise,cherEphimitch;luicrialecapitaine:etiln’ya
déjàplusrienàespérer,soumets-toi!
—Jenemesoumetspoint,réponditleCosaque.
—Tucrains Dieu!sans doute, tu n’es pas un payen maudit,maisun
honorablechrétien.Allons,sitasottiset’afaitperdrelatête,tuasbeaufaire
:tun’échapperaspasàtonsort.
—Jenemesoumetspoint!criadenouveauleCosaqueavecbruiteton
entenditcraquerlechiendesonarme.
—Allonslamère,ditlecapitaineàlavieillefemme,parleàtonls,an
qu’ilt’écoute,celanefaitqu’irriterDieu;regarde,voilàdéjàdeuxheuresque
cesmessieursattendent.
Lavieillefemmeleregardaxementetsecoualatête.
—Basile Petrovich! ditle capitaine ens’approchant dumajor;il ne
serendrapas:jeleconnais;etsionenfoncelaporteilblesseraungrand
nombred’entrenous.Nevaut-ilpasmieuxtirersurlui?ilyaunelargefente
auvolet.
Unebizarrepenséemepassadanslatêteàcemoment:commeVoulitch,
jevoulustâterlesort.
—Permettez,dis-jeaumajor,jeleprendraivivant.»
Ordonnantaucapitainedelieruneconversationaveclui,jeplaçaiàla
portetroisCosaquesprêtsàlabriseretàs’élanceràmonaideàunsignal
donné;jesletourdelacabaneetm’approchaidelafatalefenêtre;mon
cœurbattaitavecforce.
—Tuesunmaudit!luicrialecapitaine,est-cequetutemoquesdenous!
penses-tuquenouscomposeronsavectoi?
Ilsemitàcogneràlaportedetoutessesforces,moijeposaimonœil
surlafenteet suivislesmouvementsdu Cosaquequine s’attendaitpasà
uneattaquedececôté:soudainj’arrachailevoletetm’élançaiparlafenêtre
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latêtebasse.Un coupde feuretentità monoreille,la ballearrachamon
épaulette,maislafuméeremplitlachambreetempêchamonadversairede
trouversonsabreplacéàcôtédelui.Jelesaisisàbraslecorps,lesCosaques
rentirruptionetenmoinsdetroisminuteslecoupableétaitprisetmissous
escorte.Lafoulesedispersa;lesofciersmefélicitèrent…etréellementil
yavaitdequoi.
Aprèstoutcela,commentneserait-onpasfataliste.Maisquisait,s’ilest
réellementpersuadéd’unechoseounon?…Etnous prenonssouventpour
lapersuasionunsentimenttrompeur ouuneerreurde laraison.J’aimeà
douterdetout;celan’empêchepasladécisiondecaractère;aucontraire,
ilmesemblequejevaistoujoursavecplusd’audace,lorsquej’ignorecequi
m’attend,sansdouteilnepeutrienm’arriverdepirequelamort;etlamort
onnepeutl’éviter!
De retour à la forteresse, je racontai à Maxime Maximitch tout ce qui
m’étaitarrivéettoutcedontj’avaisétéletémoin.Jedésiraisconnaîtresonopinionsurlaprédestination.Ilnecompritpasd’abordcemot;jeleluiexpliquai
commejepusetalorsilmeditenremuantsignicativementsatête.
«Oui, eneffet,ce traitest assezbizarre!…Durestelesarmes deces
Asiatiquesratentsouvent,siellessontmalgraissées,ousil’onn’appuiepas
assezfortementledoigtsurladétente.J’avouequemoinonplusjen’aime
pas les carabinescircassiennes ;elles nevaudraientrien, mêmepournotre
prochain ;la crosseenest trop petite età chaque instant onpeutse brûler
lenez…quantàleurssabres,ilsonttoutsimplementtoutemonadmiration!»
Puisilajoutaenrééchissantquelquepeu:
«Ouij’aipitiédecemalheureux…queldiablelepoussaitdoncàcauser
lanuitavecunivrogne!…Dureste,ilestévidentquecelaavaitétéécritdans
sadestinée!…»
Jenepusrienentirerdeplus:engénéraliln’aimaitpaslesdiscussions
métaphysiques.
(TraduitsdurusseparA.deVillamarie)
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Ihappenedonceto spendtwoweeks in aCossackvillageon the left
ank.Abattalionofinfantrywasstationedthere,andtheofcersusedto
meetateachother'squartersinturn,playingcardsintheevenings.
OnetimeatMajorS-'s,havingtiredofboston,wethrewthecardsunder
thetableandsatontalkinguntillate,forthistimetheconversationwasinteresting.Wewerediscussing theMoslembeliefthatthefate ofman ispreordainedinheaven,whichwassaidtondmanyadherentsamongus,Christians,
too.Eachofushadsomeunusualoccurrencestorelateproorcontra.
"Allyouhavebeensaying,gentlemen,provesnothing,"saidtheoldmajor."Afterall,noneofyouwitnessedanyofthestrangehappeningswhich
youtrytousetosupportyourviews,didyou?"
"Ofcoursenot,"severalsaid."Butwehaveitonreliableauthority!"
"Nonsense!"someonesaid."Whereisthereliableauthoritywhohasseen
thescrollonwhichthehourofourdeathisappointed?Andifthereissuch
athingaspredestination,whyhavewebeengivenwillandreason?Whyare
weheldaccountableforouractions?"
Atthispointanofcerwhohadbeensittinginacorneroftheroomstood
up,walkedslowlyovertothetable,andsurveyedusallwithacalm,solemn
look.HewasaSerbbybirth,asyoucouldtellfromhisname.
LieutenantVulić'sappearancewasinkeepingwithhischaracter.Histall
statureandtheswarthinessofhis complexion,blackhair,black,piercing
eyes,andthelargebutregularnosetypicalofhisnation,thecold,melancholysmilethat eternallyplayedonhis lips-allthiswas asif designedto
endowhimwiththeappearanceofanunusualperson,incapableofsharing
histhoughtsandemotionswiththosewhomfatehadmadehiscomrades.
Hewasbrave,hespokelittlebutbluntly.Hecondedhisintimateand
familysecretstonoone.Hescarcelyeverdrankanywine,andheneverpaid
courttotheyoungCossackwomen,whosecharmsmustbeseentobeappreciated.Itwassaidneverthelessthatthecolonel'swifewasnotindifferent
tohisexpressiveeyes,buthewasalwaysangeredbyhintstothateffect.
Therewasonlyonepassionthathedidn'tconceal-hispassionforgambling.Atagreen-toppedtablehewasoblivioustotheworld.Heusuallylost,
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butpersistentbadluckonlyfedhisobstinacy.Itwassaidthatonenight,duringanexpedition,whenhewaskeepingthebankonapillowandhavinga
terricrunofluck,shotssuddenlyrangout,thealarmwasgiven,andeveryonesprangupandrushedfortheirweapons."Stakethepool!"criedVulić,
whohadnotmoved,tooneofthemostinvolvedplayers."Seven!"repliedthe
latterashedashedoff.Inspiteofthegeneralconfusion,Vulićdealttothe
end;heturnedupasevenfortheplayer.
Whenhereachedtheskirmishline,theringwasalreadyheavy.Vulić
paidnoattentioneithertothebulletsortheChechensabers.Hewassearchingforhisluckyplayer.
"Itwasaseven!"Vulićshouted,catchingsightofhimatlastinthering
line,thatwasbeginningtodislodgetheenemyfromawood.Goingupto
him,hepulledouthiswalletandgaveittothewinner,inspiteofthelatter's
objections to this ill-timed settlement. Having performed this unpleasant
duty,Vulićdashedforwardattheheadofthesoldiersandwiththeutmost
calmexchangedrewiththeChechenstotheveryendoftheengagement.
WhenLieutenantVulićwalkeduptothetableeverybodyfellsilent,expectingsomethingoriginalfromhim.
"Gentlemen!"hesaid(hisvoicewascalmthoughitwaspitchedlower
thanusual)."Gentlemen,whythisidleargument?Youwishforproof:Iproposewetestitoutonourselveswhetheramancandowhathewantswith
hisownlife,orwhetherthefatefulmomenthasbeenpreordainedforeachof
us...Whowantstotry?"
"NotI,not I!"was the response from all sides."What a card!Ofall
thethingstothinkof!"
"Isuggestawager,"Isaidinjest.
"Whatsortofawager?"
"Imaintainthereisnosuchthing aspredestination,"I said,emptying
sometwentygoldpiecesonthetablefrommypockets-allthatIhappened
tohaveonme.
"Done!"repliedVulićinalowvoice."Major,youbetheumpire-hereare
fteengoldpieces.Youowemeve,sowillyoudomethefavorofmaking
upthedifference?"
"Verywell,"saidthemajor."ThoughIhaven'ttheslightestideawhatit's
allabout,orhowyouproposetosettlethematter."
WithoutawordVulićwentintothemajor'sbedroom,wefollowinghim.
Goingovertoawallhungwithweapons,hetookdownatrandomfromitsnail
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oneofthepistols,ofwhichtherewereseveralofdifferentcalibers.Wedidn't
realizewhathewasuptoatrst,butwhenhecockedtheweaponandprimed
it,severalofusinvoluntarilysteppedupandgrabbedhimbythearms.
"Whatareyougoingtodo?Areyoumad?"weshoutedathim.
"Gentlemen!"hesaidwithdeliberation,disengaginghisarms."Which
ofyouwouldcaretopaytwentygoldpiecesforme?"
Everyonefellsilentanddrewback.
Vulićwentintothenextroomandsatdownatthetable.Therestofusfollowedhim.Hemotionedustotakeourseatsaroundthetable.Weobeyedhim
insilence,forat thismomenthehadacquiredsomemysteriouspowerover
us.Ilookedintentlyintohiseyes,buttheymetmysearchinggazecalmlyand
unwaveringly,andhispalelipssmiled;yetinspiteofhiscomposureIthought
Icouldreadthesealofdeathonhisdullwhiteface.Ihaveobserved,andmany
oldsoldiershaveconrmedtheobservation,thatfrequentlythefaceofapersonwhoistodieinafewhours'timebearssomestrangemarkofhisinevitable
fate,whichanexperiencedeyecanhardlyfailtodetect.
"Youwilldietoday,"Isaidtohim.Heturnedsharplytome,butreplied
withcalmdeliberation:"Imay,andthenagainImaynot..."
Then,turningtothemajor,heaskedwhetherthepistolwasloaded.In
hisconfusion,themajorcouldn'trememberexactly.
"That'senough,Vulić!"someonecried."Itmustbeloadedsinceithung
attheheadofthebed.Whatsortofajokeisthis!"
"Astupidjoke!"threwinanother.
"I'llwagerftyrublestovethatthepistolisnotloaded!"athirdshouted.
Freshbetsweremade.
Igottiredofthisendlessceremony."Lookhere,"Isaid,"eitherreor
hangthepistolbackinitsplaceandlet'sgotobed."
"That'sright,"manyexclaimed."Let'sgotobed."
"Gentlemen,Ibegofyounottomove!"saidVulić,pressingthemuzzle
ofthepistoltohisforehead.Wewereallpetried.
"MrPechorin,"hewenton,"willyoutakeacardandthrowitupintheair."
AsIrecallnow,Ipickedupanaceofheartsfromthetableandthrew
itup.Wewatchedwithbatedbreath,oureyes,widewithfearandanindenablecuriosity,shiftingbackandforthbetweenthepistolandthefateful
acewhichwas nowslowly utteringdownwards.The momentit touched
thetable,Vulićpulledthetrigger-butthepistoldidn'tgooff.
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"ThankGod!"severalvoicescried."Itwasn'tloaded..."
"We'll see about that,"said Vulić. Again he cocked the weapon and
aimedatacaphangingabovethewindow.Ashotrangoutandsmokelled
theroom,andwhenitdispersedthecapwastakendown-therewasthehole
intheverycenterofitandthebullethadimbeddeditselfdeepinthewall.
Foragoodthreeminutesnoonecouldutteraword.Vulićcalmlypoured
mymoneyintohispurse.
Speculationbeganastowhythepistoldidnotgooffthersttime.Some
claimedthatthepanmusthavebeenclogged,otherswhisperedthatthepowderwasdampatrst,andthatVulićhadafterwardssprinkledsomefresh
powderonit.I,however,assuredthemthatthelattersuppositionwasincorrect,forIhadnottakenmyeyesoffthepistolforamoment.
"Youhavegambler'sluck!"IsaidtoVulić.
"Forthersttimeinmylife,"hereplied,smilingcomplacently."Thisis
betterthanfaroorshtoss."
"Butslightlymoredangerous."
"Well?Haveyoubeguntobelieveinpredestination?"
"Idobelieveinit.OnlyIdon'tunderstandwhyitseemedtomethatyou
weredoomedtodietoday…"
Theverysameman,whososhortatimebeforehadwithsupremeindifferenceaimedapistolathisownforehead,nowsuddenlyaredupand
lookeddisconcerted.
"Thatwilldo!"hesaid,rising."Ourbet'snishedandnowyourremarks
seemoutofplacetome..."Hepickeduphiscapandwalkedout.Hisbehavior
struckmeasstrange-andrightlyso.
Sooneveryoneleft,eachgivinghisowninterpretationofVulić'seccentricbehavioronthewayhome,and,probably,unanimouslybrandingmean
egoistforhavingwageredagainstamanwhowantedtoshoothimself-asif
hecouldnothavefoundaconvenientopportunitywithoutmyhelp!
Ireturnedhomethroughthedesertedsidestreetsofthesettlement.The
fullmoon,redastheluridglowofare,wasjustcomingupoverthejaggedskylineofthehousetops.Thestarsshoneplacidlyinthedark-bluermament,andIwasamusedatthethoughtthatthereonceweresageswho
believedtheheavenlybodieshaveashareinourwretchedsquabblesovera
tinyterritoryorsomeotherimaginaryrights.Yettheselamps,whichthey
thoughthadbeenlightedonlytoilluminatetheirbattlesandtriumphs,still
burnwithundiminishedbrilliance,whiletheirpassionsandhopeshavelong
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sincediedouttogetherwiththemlikeacampreleftburningonthefringe
ofaforestbyacarelesswayfarer.Butwhatstrengthofwilltheydrewfrom
thecertaintythatalltheheavenswiththeirnumberlessinhabitantslooked
down on them with constant though mute sympathy! Whereas we, their
wretched descendents, who roam the earth without convictions or pride,
withoutjoysorfearotherthanthenamelessdreadthatconstrictstheheartat
thethoughtoftheinevitableend,wearenolongercapableofgreatsacrices
eitherforthegoodofmankindorevenforourpersonalhappiness,sincewe
knowthathappinessisimpossible;andwepassindifferentlyfromonedoubt
toanother justasourforebearsounderedfrom onedelusion toanother,
withoutthehopestheyhadandwithouteventhatvaguebutpotentsenseof
joythesoulderivesfromanystrugglewithmanordestiny...
Manysimilarthoughtspassedthroughmymind.Ididnotholdbacktheir
passage,becauseIdon'tcaretodwelluponabstractideas-forwhatcanthey
leadto?InmyearlyyouthIwasadreamer.Ilikedtotoywiththeimages,
nowgloomy, nowradiant,whichmyrestless,eager imaginationdrewfor
me.ButwhathaveIderivedfromitall?Onlyweariness,liketheaftermath
ofanighttimebattlewithaphantom,anddimmemorieslledwithregrets.
Inthisfutilestruggle,Iexhaustedthefervorofspiritandtheconstancyof
will whichareessentialtoreal life. When Iembarkedon that life, Ihad
alreadyliveditinmymind,andthereforeithasbecomeasboringandrepulsivetomeasapoorimitationofalong-familiarbook.
The evening's events had made a rather deep impression on me and
workedonmynerves.I'mnotcertainwhetherInowbelieveinpredestination
ornot,butthatnightIrmlybelievedinit.Theproofhadbeenstriking,and
regardlessofthefactthatIhadridiculedourforebearsandtheircomplacent
astrology,Ifoundmyselfthinkingastheydid-butIcaughtmyselfintimeon
thisdangerousroad,andhavingmadeitarulenevertorejectanythingcategoricallyandnevertobelieveinanythingblindly,Icastmetaphysicsaside
andbegantowatchthegroundundermyfeet.Suchcautionwastimely,for
Inearlystumbledoversomethingthickandsoftbutapparentlydead.Ibent
down-themoonnowlituptheroad-andwhatdidIseelyinginfrontofme,
butapigslicedintotwowithasaber...Ihadhardlyhadtimetolookatit
whenIheardfootsteps:twoCossackscamerunningfromasidestreet.One
ofthemcameuptomeandaskedwhetherIhadseenadrunkenCossack
pursuingapig.ItoldthemthatIhadnotmettheCossack,butshowedthem
theunluckyvictimofhisferociousskill.
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"Thebandit!"saidthesecondCossack."Assoonashedrinkshisllof
wine,he'souttocutupeverythingthatcomeshisway.Let'sgoafterhim,
Yeremeich;we'vegottotiehimup,orelse..."
TheywentoffandIcontinuedonmywaymorewarilythanbefore,at
lastreachingmyquarterssafeandsound.
I was staying with an old Cossack non-commissioned ofcer, whom
Ilikedbecauseofhiskindlynatureandparticularlybecause ofhispretty
daughter,Nastya.
Shewaswaitingformeasusualatthegate,wrappedinafurcoat;the
moonshoneonhersweetlipsnowbluefromthecoldofthenight.Seeing
me,shesmiled,butIhadotherthingsonmymind."Goodnight,Nastya,"I
said,passingby.Shewasabouttosaysomethinginreply,butsighedinstead.
Ilockedthedoorofmyroom,litacandleandungmyselfonthebed.
Tonight,however,sleepeludedmeforlongerthanusual.TheeastwasalreadybeginningtogrowpalewhenIfellasleep,butevidentlytheheavens
hadordainedthatIwasnottosleepthisnight.Atfouro'clockinthemorning
twostsbangedatmywindow.Isprangup-whatwasthematter?"Wakeup
andgetdressed!"severalvoicesshouted.Idressedhastilyandwentout."Do
youknowwhat'shappened?"thethreeofcerswhohadcomeformesaidto
meinchorus;theywereaswhiteasdeath.
"What?" "Vulić has been killed."I was stupeed. "Yes, killed!"they
wenton."Let'sgo,quick.""Whereto?""We'lltellyouontheway."
Wesetoff.Theytoldmeeverythingthathadhappened,addingtothe
story various observations concerning thestrange predestinationthat had
savedhimfromcertaindeathhalfanhourbeforehedied.Vulićhadbeen
walking alone along a dark street, when the drunken Cossack who had
slashedupthepigbumpedintohim,andmightperhapshavegoneonwithoutpayinganyattentiontohimhad Vulićnotstoppedsuddenlyandsaid:
"Whoyoulookingfor,boy?"
"You!"theCossackanswered,strikinghimwithhissaberandsplitting
himfromtheshouldernearlytotheheart...ThetwoCossackswhomIhad
seenandwhowerepursuingthemurdererreachedthespot,andpickedup
thewoundedman,buthewasalreadybreathinghislastandmouthedonly
thewords:"Hewas right!"Ialoneunderstoodthedarkmeaning ofthese
words-theyreferredtome.Ihadinvoluntarilypredictedthepoorman'sfate.
Myinstincthadnotfailedme-Ihadindeedreadonhisalteredfeaturesthe
stampofdeathcomingsoon.
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Themurdererhadlockedhimselfinavacanthutatthefarendofthesettlement,andthat'swherewewent.Alargenumberofwomenwererunning
inthesamedirection,wailingastheywent.EverynowandthenaCossack
sprangbelatedlyoutintothestreet,hurriedlybucklingonadagger,andran
pastus.Therewasafearfulcommotion.
Atlastwearrivedonthescenetondacrowdgatheredaroundthehut,
whosedoorsandshutters hadbeenfastened fromthe inside.Ofcers and
Cossacks wereholding a hotargument and thewomenkepthowlingand
lamenting.AmongthemInoticedanoldwomanwhoseimposingfaceexpressedfrantic despair.She wasseatedon athicklog,herelbowson her
kneesandherhandssupportingherhead.Shewasthemurderer'smother.At
timesherlipsmoved...wasitwithaprayeroracurse?
Inthemeantime,somedecisionhadtobemadeandtheperpetratorarrested.Butnoonewasanxioustogoinrst.
I wentup to the windowand looked in through a crack in a shutter.
Themanlayontheoor,holdingapistolinhisrighthand.Abloodstained
saberlaybesidehim.Hisfacewaspale,andhisexpressiveeyesrolledfearfully.At times he shudderedandclutched athishead, as ifhazily recollectingthehappeningsofthepreviousday.Theredidnotseemtobemuch
resolveinhisuneasyglanceandItoldthemajorthattherewasnoreason
whyheshouldn'tordertheCossackstobreakdownthedoorandrushhim,
foritwouldbebettertodosonowratherthanlaterwhenthemanwould've
fullyrecoveredhissenses.
JustthenanoldcaptainoftheCossackswentuptothedoorandcalledto
themaninsidebyname.Thelatterresponded.
"You'vesinned,brotherYemych,"saidtheCossackcaptain."Sothere's
nothingyoucandobutgiveyourselfup!"
"Iwon't!"repliedtheCossack.
"YoushouldfearGod'sanger!YouarenotaheathenChechen,you'rean
honestChristian.You'vegoneastrayanditcan'tbehelped.Youcan'tescape
yourfate!"
"Iwon'tgivemyselfup!"theCossackshoutedmenacingly,andwecould
heartheclickofthepistolashecockedit.
"Hey,missus!"theCossackcaptainsaidtotheoldwoman."Youspeakto
yourson-maybehe'lllistentoyou...Afterall,thissortofthingisonlydefyingGod.Look,thegentlemenhavebeenwaitingfortwohoursnow."
Theoldwomanlookedathimintentlyandshookherhead.
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"VasiliyPetrovich,"saidtheCossackcaptain,walkingovertothemajor,
"hewon'tgivehimselfup-Iknowhim.Andifwebreakinthedoor,he'llkill
manyofourmen.Wouldn'titbebetterifyouorderedhimtobeshot?There
isawidecrackintheshutter."
Atthatmoment,astrangethoughtashedthroughmymind;likeVulić,
Ithoughtofputtingfatetoatest.
"Wait,"Isaidtothemajor,"I'lltakehimalive."TellingtheCossackcaptaintokeephimtalkingandstationingthreeCossacksattheentrancewith
instructionstobreakinthedoorandtorushtohelpmeassoonasthesignal
wasgiven,Iwalkedaroundthehutandapproachedthefatefulwindow,my
heartpounding.
"Heythere,youdonkey!"shoutedtheCossackcaptain."Areyoumaking
funofusorwhat?Ormaybeyouthinkwewon'tbeabletocaptureyou?"He
beganhammeringatthedoorwithallhisstrength,whileI,pressingmyeyeto
thehole,followedthemovementsoftheCossackinside,whodidnotexpectan
attackfromthisside.ThenIsuddenlybrokeofftheshutterandthrewmyself
through the window, headrst.Thepistolwentoffnext tomy earandthe
bullettoreoffanepaulet.Thesmokethatlledtheroom,however,prevented
myadversaryfromndinghissaber,whichlaybesidehim.Ihuggedhimin
myarms—theCossacksbrokein,andinlessthanthreeminutesthecriminal
wastiedupandledoffunderguard.Thepeopleleftforhomeandtheofcers
congratulatedme-andindeedtheyhadreasontodoso.
Afterallthis,onemightthink,howcouldonehelpbecomingafatalist?
Butwhoknowsforcertainwhetherheisconvincedofanythingornot?And
howoften wemistakea deceptionof thesensesor anerror ofreasonfor
conviction!
Iprefertodoubteverything.Suchadispositiondoesnotprecludearesolutecharacter.Onthecontrary,asfarasIamconcerned,Ialwaysadvance
moreboldlywhenIdon'tknowwhatiswaitingmeforme.Afterall,nothing
worsethandeathcanhappen-anddeathyoucan'tescape!
After returningtothe fort, ItoldMaksim Maksimicheverything Ihad
seenand experienced, andwanted tohear hisopinionaboutpredestination.
Atrsthedidn'tunderstandtheword,butIexplainedittohimasbestIcould,
whereuponhesaid,wiselyshakinghishead:"Yes,sir!It'safunnybusiness
that!Bytheway,theseAsiaticpistolcocksoftenmissreiftheyarepoorly
oiled,orifyoudon'tpresshardenoughwithyournger.ImustadmitIdon't
like those Circassian ries either.Theyare abitinconvenient forthelikes
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