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andrememberthatitisonlythesoulthatcanovercomeSatan。“ InresponseSilantievrosetohisfeet,shookhisfistattheoldman,andshoutedinarough,angryvoice,avoicethatwasnothisown: “AllthatIhaveheardbefore,andfromothersbesidesyourself。 ThetruthisthatIholdallyoufather-confessorsinabhorrence。 “Moreover,“(thislastwasaddedwithaviolentoath)“itisnotSatanthatneedstoberesisted,butsuchdevil’sravens,suchdevil’svampires,asYOU。“ Whichsaid,hekickedastoneawayfromthefire,thrusthishandsintohispockets,andturnedslowlyonhisheel,withhiselbowspressedclosetohissides。Neverthelesstheoldman,stillsmiling,saidtomeinanundertone: “Heisproud,butthatwillnotlastforlong。“ “Whynot?“ “BecauseIknowinadvancethat——“ Breakingoffshort,heturnedhisheaduponhisshoulder,andsatlisteningtosomeshoutingthatwasgoingonacrosstheriver。 Everyoneinthatquarterwasdrunk,and,inparticular,someonecouldbeheardbawlinginatoneofchallenge: “Oh?I,yousay?A-a-ah!Thentakethat!“ Silantiev,steppinglightlyfromstonetostone,crossedtheriver。Thenhemingled——aconspicuousfigure(owingtohisapparenthandlessness)——withthecrowd。Somehow,onhisdeparture,Ifeltillatease。 Twitchinghisfingersasthoughperformingaconjuringtrick,theoldmancontinuedtositwithhishandsstretchedovertheembers。Bythistimehisnosehadswollenoverthebridge,andbruisesrisenunderhiseyeswhichtendedtoobscurehisvision。 Indeed,ashesatthere,satmouthingwithdark,bestreakedlipsunderacoveringofhoarybeardandmoustache,Ifoundthathisbloodstained,disfigured,wrinkled,asitwere“antique“faceremindedmemorethaneverofthoseofgreatsinnersofancienttimeswhoabandonedthisworldfortheforestandthedesert。 “Ihaveseenmanyproudfolk,“hecontinuedwithashakeofhishatlessheadanditssparsehairs。“Afiremayburnupquickly,andcontinuetoburnfiercely,yet,liketheseembers,becometurnedtoashes,and。soliesmoulderingtilldawn。Youngman,thereyouhavesomethingtothinkof。Noraretheymerelymywords。TheyarethewordsoftheHolyGospelitself。“ Everdescending,everweighingmoreheavilyuponus,thenightwasasblackandhotandstiflingasthepreviousonehadbeen,albeitaskindlyasamother。Stillthetwofiresontheoppositebankoftherivuletwereaflame,andsendinghotblastsofvapouracrossaseemingbrookofgold。 Foldinghisarmsuponhisbreast,theoldmantuckedthepalmsofhishandsintohisarmpits,andsettledhimselfmorecomfortably。 Nevertheless,whenImadeasthoughtoaddmoretwigsandshavingstotheembersheexclaimedimperiously: “Thereisnoneedforthat。“ “Whyistherenot?“ “Becausethatwouldcausethefiretobeseen,andbringsomeofthosemenoverhere。“ Again,ashekickedawaysomeboughswhichIhadjustbrokenup,herepeated: “Thereisnoneedforthat,Itellyou。“ Presently,thereapproachedusthroughtheshimmeringfirelightontheoppositebanktwocarpenterswithboxesontheirbacks,andaxesintheirhands。 “Arealltherestofourmengone?“inquiredtheforemanofthenewcomers。 “Yes,“repliedoneofthem,atallmanwithadroopingmoustacheandnobeard。 “Well,’shunevil,andgoodwillresult。’“ “Aye,andwelikewisewishtodepart。“ “Butataskoughtnottobeleftunfinished。Atdinner-timeI sentOleshatosaythatnoneofthosefellowshadbetterbereleasedfromwork;butreleasedtheyhavebeen,andnowtheresultisapparent!Presently,whentheyhavedrunkalittlemoreoftheirpoison,theywillfirethebarraque。“ Everytimethatthefirstofthetwocarpentersinhaledthesmokeofmycigarettehespatintotheembers,whiletheotherman,ayoungfellowasplumpasafemalebaker,sankhistowsledheaduponhisbreastassoonashesatdown,andfellasleep。 Next,theclamouracrosstherivuletsubsidedforawhile。ButsuddenlyIheardtheex-soldierexclaimindrunken,singsongaccentswhichcamefromtheverycentreofthetumult: “Hi,doyouanswerme!HowcomesitthatyouhavenorespectforRussia?IsnotRiazanapartofRussia?WhatisRussia,then,I shouldliketoknow?“ “Atavern,“theforemancommentedquietly;whereafter,turningtome,headdedmoreloudly: “Isaythisofsuchfellows——thatatavern……Butwhatanoisethoseroisterersaremaking,tobesure!“ Theyoungfellowintheredshirthadjustshouted: “Hi,there,soldier!Seizehimbythethroat!Seizehim,seizehim!“ WhilefromSilantievhadcomethegruffretort: “What?Doyousupposethatyouarehuntingapackofhounds?“ “Here,answerme!“wasthenextshoutedutterance——itcamefromtheex-soldier——whereupontheoldmanremarkedtomeinanundertone: “Itwouldseemthatafightisbrewing。“ Rising,Imovedinthedirectionoftheuproar。AsIdidso,I heardtheoldmansaysoftlytohiscompanions: “Hetooisgone,thankGod!“ Suddenlytheresurgedtowardsmefromtheoppositebankacrowdofmen。Belching,hiccuping,andgrunting,theyseemedtobecarryingordraggingintheirmidstsomeheavyweight。Presentlyawoman’svoicescreamed,“Ya-av-sha!“andothervoicesraisedmingledshoutsof“Throwhimin!Givehimathrashing!“and“Draghimalong!“ ThenextmomentwesawSilantievbreakoutofthecrowd,straightenhimself,swinghisrightfistintheair,andhurlhimselfatthecrowdagain。Ashedidsotheyoungfellowintheredshirtraisedagiganticarm,andtherefollowedthesoundofamuffled,grislyblow。Staggeringbackwards,Silantievslidsilentlyintothewater,andlaythereatmyfeet。 “That’sright!“wasthecommentofsomeone。 Foramomentortwotheclamoursubsidedalittle,andduringthatmomentortwoone’searsoncemorebecamelavedwiththesweetsingsongoftheriver。Shortlyafterwardssomeonethrewintothewaterahugestone,andsomeoneelselaughedinadullway。 AsIwasbendingtolookatSilantievsomeofthemenjostledme。 Nevertheless,Icontinuedtostruggletoraisehimfromthespotwhere,halfinandhalfoutofthewater,helaywithhisheadandbreastrestingagainstthestepping-stones。 “Youhavekilledhim!“nextIshouted——notbecauseIbelievedthestatementtobetrue,butbecauseIhadamindtofrightenintosobrietythemenwhowereimpedingme。 Uponthissomeoneexclaimedinafaltering,soberedtone: “Surelynot?“ Asfortheyoungfellowintheredshirt,hepassedmebywithabraggart,resentfulshoutof: “Well?Hehadnorighttoinsultme。WhyshouldhehavesaidthatIwasanuisancetothewholecountry?“ Andsomeoneelseshouted: “Whereistheex-soldier?Whoisthewatchmanhere?“ “Bringalight,“wasthecryofathird。 Yetallthesevoicesweremoresober,moresubdued,morerestrainedthantheyhadbeen,andpresentlyalittlemuzhikwhosepollwasswathedinaredhandkerchiefstoopedandraisedSilantiev’shead。Butalmostasinstantlyheletitfallagain,and,dippinghishandsintothewater,saidgravely: “Youhavekilledhim。Heisdead。“ AtthemomentIdidnotbelievethewords;butpresently,asI stoodwatchinghowthewatercoursedbetweenSilantiev’slegs,andturnedthemthiswayandthat,andmadethemstirasthoughtheywerestrivingtodivestthemselvesoftheshabbyoldboots,Irealisedwithallmybeingthatthehandswhichwererestinginminewerethehandsofacorpse。And,trueenough,whenI releasedthemtheyslappeddownuponthesurfacelikewetdish- cloths。