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作者:插翅难飞      更新:2021-04-30 17:18      字数:9322
  your eyes are the last for whom this message is meant。                   How could you
  be   so   cunning   as   to   make   a   poor;   simple…minded;   and   unsuspecting   girl
  betray the cause of her country?〃
  I consoled my  poor Sophie   as best   I might; and   I assured   her that   it
  was     no   reproach     to  her   that  she   should    be   outwitted     by   so   old  a
  campaigner and so shrewd a man as myself。                  But it was no time now for
  talk。    This message made it clear that the corn was indeed at Minsk; and
  that there were no troops there to defend it。             I gave a hurried order from
  the window; the trumpeter blew the assembly; and in ten minutes we had
  left   the   village   behind   us   and   were   riding   hard   for   the   city;   the   gilded
  domes and minarets of which glimmered above the snow of the horizon。
  Higher they rose and higher; until at last; as the sun sank toward the west;
  we were in the broad main street; and galloped up it amid the shouts of the
  moujiks   and   the   cries   of   frightened   women   until   we   found   ourselves   in
  front of the great town…hall。          My cavalry I drew up in the square; and I;
  with my two sergeants; Oudin and Papilette; rushed into the building。
  Heavens!   shall   I   ever   forget   the   sight   which   greeted   us?   Right   in
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  front   of   us   was   drawn   up   a   triple   line   of   Russian   Grenadiers。  Their
  muskets rose as we entered; and a crashing volley burst into our very faces。
  Oudin and Papilette dropped upon the floor; riddled with bullets。
  For myself; my busby was shot away and I had two holes through my
  dolman。       The   Grenadiers   ran   at   me   with   their   bayonets。   〃Treason!〃   I
  cried。    〃We are betrayed!        Stand to your horses!〃 I rushed out of the hall;
  but the whole square was swarming with troops。
  From every side street Dragoons and Cossacks were riding down upon
  us; and such a rolling fire had burst from the surrounding houses that half
  my   men   and   horses   were   on   the   ground。     〃Follow   me!〃   I   yelled;   and
  sprang upon Violette; but a giant of a Russian Dragoon officer threw his
  arms round me and we rolled on the ground together。
  He shortened his sword to kill me; but; changing his mind; he seized
  me   by   the   throat   and   banged   my   head   against   the   stones   until   I   was
  unconscious。       So it was that I became the prisoner of the Russians。
  When   I   came   to   myself   my   only   regret   was   that   my   captor   had   not
  beaten out my brains。          There in the grand square of Minsk lay half my
  troopers   dead   or   wounded;   with   exultant   crowds   of   Russians   gathered
  round them。
  The   rest   in   a   melancholy   group   were   herded   into   the   porch   of   the
  town…hall;   a   sotnia   of   Cossacks   keeping   guard   over   them。      Alas!   what
  could I say; what could I do?          It was evident that I had led my men into a
  carefully…     baited   trap。  They     had   heard    of  our  mission    and   they   had
  prepared for us。      And yet there was that despatch which had caused me to
  neglect all precautions and to ride straight into the town。               How was I to
  account for that?       The tears ran down my cheeks as I surveyed the ruin of
  my squadron; and as I thought of the plight of my comrades of the Grand
  Army who awaited the food which I was to have brought them。                      Ney had
  trusted me and I had failed him。          How often he would strain his eyes over
  the snow…fields for that convoy of grain which should never gladden his
  sight!    My own fate was hard enough。              An exile in Siberia was the best
  which the future could bring me。             But you will believe me; my friends;
  that it was not for his own sake; but for that of his starving comrades; that
  Etienne Gerard's cheeks were lined by his tears; frozen even as they were
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  shed。
  〃What's this?〃 said a gruff voice at my elbow; and I turned to face the
  huge;    black…bearded      Dragoon      who    had   dragged     me   from    my   saddle。
  〃Look      at  the   Frenchman      crying!     I   thought    that   the  Corsican     was
  followed by brave men and not by children。〃
  〃If you and I were face to face and alone; I should let you see which is
  the better man;〃 said I。
  For answer the brute struck me across the face with his open hand。                    I
  seized him by the throat; but a dozen of his soldiers tore me away  from
  him; and he struck me again while they held my hands。
  〃You   base   hound;〃   I   cried;   〃is   this   the   way   to   treat   an   officer   and   a
  gentleman?〃
  〃We   never   asked   you   to   come   to   Russia;〃   said   he。  〃If   you   do   you
  must take such treatment as you can get。             I would shoot you off…hand if I
  had my way。〃
  〃You will answer for this some day;〃 I cried; as I wiped the blood from
  my moustache。
  〃If the Hetman Platoff is of my way of thinking you will not be alive
  this   time   to…morrow;〃   he   answered;   with   a   ferocious   scowl。      He   added
  some words in Russian to his troops; and instantly they all sprang to their
  saddles。
  Poor Violette; looking as miserable as her master; was led round and I
  was   told   to   mount   her。  My   left   arm   was   tied   with   a   thong   which   was
  fastened to the stirrup… iron of a sergeant of Dragoons。               So in most sorry
  plight I and the remnant of my men set forth from Minsk。
  Never have I met such a brute as this man Sergine; who commanded
  the   escort。    The   Russian   army   contains   the   best   and   the   worst   in   the
  world;  but   a   worse   than   Major   Sergine   of   the  Dragoons   of   Kieff   I  have
  never seen in any force outside of the guerillas of the Peninsula。
  He was a man of great stature; with a fierce; hard face and a bristling
  black beard; which fell over his cuirass。
  I   have   been   told   since   that   he   was   noted   for   his   strength   and   his
  bravery; and I could answer for it that he had the grip of a bear; for I had
  felt it when he tore me from my saddle。               He was a wit; too; in his way;
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  and made   continual remarks in Russian   at our expense   which set   all   his
  Dragoons and Cossacks laughing。                Twice he beat my comrades with his
  riding…whip;   and   once   he   approached   me   with   the   lash   swung   over   his
  shoulder;   but   there   was   something   in   my   eyes   which   prevented   it   from
  falling。
  So    in   misery    and   humiliation;      cold   and   starving;    we    rode   in   a
  disconsolate column across the vast snow…plain。                  The sun had sunk; but
  still   in   the   long   northern     twilight    we    pursued     our   weary     journey。
  Numbed and frozen; with my head aching from the blows it had received;
  I   was   borne   onward      by   Violette;   hardly   conscious   of   where   I   was   or
  whither  I  was   going。      The  little  mare  walked   with   a  sunken head;   only
  raising it to snort her contempt for the mangy Cossack ponies who were
  round her。
  But suddenly the escort stopped; and I found that we had halted in the
  single street of a small Russian village。
  There   was   a   church   on   one side;   and on   the   other   was   a large stone
  house; the outline of which seemed to me to be familiar。                  I looked around
  me in the twilight; and then I saw that we had been led back to Dobrova;
  and that this   house  at   the door of   which   we  were  waiting   was   the  same
  house of the priest at which we had stopped in the morning。                    Here it was
  that   my   charming   Sophie   in   her   innocence   had   translated   the   unlucky
  message which had in some strange way led us to our ruin。                     To think that
  only a few hours before we had left this very spot with such high hopes
  and all fair prospects for our mission; and now the remnants of us waited
  as   beaten   and   humiliated   men   for   whatever   lot   a   brutal   enemy        might
  ordain!     But   such   is   the   fate   of   the   soldier;   my   friends   kisses   to…day;
  blows to…morrow。         Tokay in a palace; ditch…water in a hovel; furs or rags;
  a full purse or an empty pocket