第 4 节
作者:阎王      更新:2021-02-18 20:52      字数:9322
  black galloper with his graceful gait and his sleek back; straight as an arrow。  With his keen; bright eyes he has looked into mine as if about to speak! 。 。 。  I shall die; Kazbich; if you will not sell him to me!' said Azamat; with trembling voice。
  〃I could hear him burst out weeping; and I must tell you that Azamat was a very stubborn lad; and that not for anything could tears be wrung from him; even when he was a little younger。
  〃In answer to his tears; I could hear some… thing like a laugh。
  〃'Listen;' said Azamat in a firm voice。 'You see; I am making up my mind for anything。 If you like; I will steal my sister for you!  How she dances!  How she sings!  And the way she embroiders with gold  marvellous!  Not even a Turkish Padishah'1' has had a wife like her! 。 。 。 Shall I?  Wait for me to…morrow night; yonder; in the gorge where the torrent flows; I will go by with her to the neighbouring village  and she is yours。  Surely Bela is worth your galloper!'
  '1' King  a title of the Sultan of Turkey。
  〃Kazbich remained silent for a long; long time。  At length; instead of answering; he struck up in an undertone the ancient song:
  〃Many a beauty among us dwells
  From whose eyes' dark depths the starlight wells;
  'Tis an envied lot and sweet; to hold
  Their love; but brighter is freedom bold。
  Four wives are yours if you pay the gold;
  But a mettlesome steed is of price untold;
  The whirlwind itself on the steppe is less fleet;
  He knows no treachery  no deceit。〃'2'
  '2' I beg my readers' pardon for having versified Kazbich's song; which; of course; as I heard it; was in prose; but habit is second nature。  (Author's note。)
  〃In vain Azamat entreated him to consent。 He wept; coaxed; and swore to him。  Finally; Kazbich interrupted him impatiently:
  〃'Begone; you crazy brat!  How should you think to ride on my horse?  In three steps you would be thrown and your neck broken on the stones!'
  〃'I?' cried Azamat in a fury; and the blade of the child's dagger rang against the coat of mail。  A powerful arm thrust him away; and he struck the wattle fence with such violence that it rocked。
  〃'Now we'll see some fun!' I thought to myself。
  〃I rushed into the stable; bridled our horses and led them out into the back courtyard。  In a couple of minutes there was a terrible uproar in the hut。  What had happened was this: Azamat had rushed in; with his tunic torn; saying that Kazbich was going to murder him。  All sprang out; seized their guns; and the fun began! Noise  shouts  shots!  But by this time Kazbich was in the saddle; and; wheeling among the crowd along the street; defended himself like a madman; brandishing his sabre。
  〃'It is a bad thing to interfere in other people's quarrels;' I said to Grigori Aleksandro… vich; taking him by the arm。  'Wouldn't it be better for us to clear off without loss of time?'
  〃'Wait; though; and see how it will end!'
  〃'Oh; as to that; it will be sure enough to end badly; it is always so with these Asiatics。 Once let them get drunk on buza; and there's certain to be bloodshed。'
  〃We mounted and galloped home。〃
  CHAPTER IV
  〃TELL me; what became of Kazbich?〃 I asked the staff…captain impatiently。
  〃Why; what can happen to that sort of a fellow?〃 he answered; finishing his tumbler of tea。  〃He slipped away; of course。〃
  〃And wasn't he wounded?〃 I asked。
  〃Goodness only knows!  Those scoundrels take a lot of killing!  In action; for instance; I've seen many a one; sir; stuck all over with bayonets like a sieve; and still brandishing his sabre。〃
  After an interval of silence the staff…captain continued; tapping the ground with his foot:
  〃One thing I'll never forgive myself for。 On our arrival at the fortress the devil put it into my head to repeat to Grigori Aleksandrovich all that I had heard when I was eavesdropping behind the fence。  He laughed  cunning fellow!  and thought out a little plan of his own。〃
  〃What was that?  Tell me; please。〃
  〃Well; there's no help for it now; I suppose。 I've begun the story; and so I must continue。
  〃In about four days' time Azamat rode over to the fortress。  As his usual custom was; he went to see Grigori Aleksandrovich; who always used to give him sweetmeats to eat。  I was present。 The conversation was on the subject of horses; and Pechorin began to sound the praises of Kazbich's Karagyoz。  What a mettlesome horse it was; and how handsome!  A perfect chamois! In fact; judging by his account; there simply wasn't another like it in the whole world!
  〃The young Tartar's beady eyes began to sparkle; but Pechorin didn't seem to notice the fact。  I started to talk about something else; but immediately; mark you; Pechorin caused the conversation to strike off on to Kazbich's horse。 Every time that Azamat came it was the same story。  After about three weeks; I began to observe that Azamat was growing pale and wasted; just as people in novels do from love; sir。  What wonder either! 。 。 。
  〃Well; you see; it was not until afterwards that I learned the whole trick  Grigori Aleksan… drovich exasperated Azamat to such an extent with his teasing that the boy was ready even to drown himself。  One day Pechorin suddenly broke out with:
  〃'I see; Azamat; that you have taken a desperate fancy to that horse of Kazbich's; but you'll no more see him than you will the back of your neck!  Come; tell me; what would you give if somebody made you a present of him?'
  〃'Anything he wanted;' answered Azamat。
  〃'In that case I will get the horse for you; only on one condition 。 。 。  Swear that you will fulfil it?'
  〃'I swear。  You swear too!'
  〃'Very well!  I swear that the horse shall be yours。  But; in return; you must deliver your sister Bela into my hands。  Karagyoz shall be her bridegroom's gift。  I hope the transaction will be a profitable one for you。'
  〃Azamat remained silent。
  〃'Won't you?  Well; just as you like!  I thought you were a man; but it seems you are still a child; it is early for you to be riding on horseback!'
  〃Azamat fired up。
  〃'But my father ' he said。
  〃'Does he never go away; then?'
  〃'True。'
  〃'You agree?'
  〃'I agree;' whispered Azamat; pale as death。 'But when?'
  〃'The first time Kazbich rides over here。 He has promised to drive in half a score of rams; the rest is my affair。  Look out; then; Azamat!'
  〃And so they settled the business  a bad business; to tell the truth!  I said as much to Pechorin afterwards; but he only answered that a wild Circassian girl ought to consider herself fortunate in having such a charming husband as himself  because; according to their ideas; he really was her husband  and that Kazbich was a scoundrel; and ought to be punished。  Judge for yourself; what could I say to that? 。 。 。  At the time; however; I knew nothing of their con… spiracy。  Well; one day Kazbich rode up and asked whether we needed any rams and honey; and I ordered him to bring some the next day。
  〃'Azamat!' said Grigori Aleksandrovich; 'to…morrow Karagyoz will be in my hands; if Bela is not here to…night you will never see the horse。' 。 。
  〃'Very well;' said Azamat; and galloped to the village。
  〃In the evening Grigori Aleksandrovich armed himself and rode out of the fortress。  How they settled the business I don't know; but at night they both returned; and the sentry saw that across Azamat's saddle a woman was lying; bound hand and foot and with her head wrapped in a veil。〃
  〃And the horse?〃 I asked the staff…captain。
  〃One minute!  One minute!  Early next morning Kazbich rode over; driving in half a score of rams for sale。  Tethering his horse by the fence; he came in to see me; and I regaled him with tea; for; robber though he was; he was none the less my guest…friend。
  〃We began to chat about one thing and another。 。 。  Suddenly I saw Kazbich start; change countenance; and dart to the window; but unfortunately the window looked on to the back courtyard。
  〃'What is the matter with you?' I asked。
  〃'My horse! 。 。 。  My horse!' he cried; all of a tremble。
  〃As a matter of fact I heard the clattering of hoofs。
  〃'It is probably some Cossack who has ridden up。'
  〃'No!  Urus  yaman; yaman!''1' he roared; and rushed headlong away like a wild panther。 In two bounds he was in the courtyard; at the gate of the fortress the sentry barred the way with his gun; Kazbich jumped over the gun and dashed off at a run along the road。 。 。 Dust was whirling in the distance  Azamat was galloping away on the mettlesome Karagyoz。 Kazbich; as he ran; tore his gun out of its cover and fired。  For a moment he remained motion… less; until he had assured himself that he had missed。  Then he uttered a shrill cry; knocked the gun against a rock; smashed it to splinters; fell to the ground; and burst out sobbing like a child。 。 。  The people from the fortress gathered round him; but he took no notice of anyone。  They stood there talking awhile and then went back。  I ordered the money for the rams to be placed beside him。  He didn't touch it; but lay with his face to the ground like a dead man。  Would you believe it?  He re… mained lying like that throughout the rest of that day and the following night!  It was only on the next morning that he came to the fortress and proceeded to