Through Russia

第51章

Untilnow,aboutadozenmenhadbeenstandingonthebanktoobservewhatwastoward,butassoonasthelittlemuzhik’swordsrangoutthesemenrecoiled,and,withjostlings,begantovent,insubdued,uneasytones,criesof:

“Whowasitfirststruckhim?“

“Thiswillloseusourjobs。“

“Itwasthesoldierthatfirststartedtheracket。“

“Yes,thatistrue。“

“Letusgoanddenouncehim。“

Asfortheyoungfellowintheredshirt,hecried:

“Iswearonmyhonour,mates,thattheaffairwasonlyaquarrel。“

“Tohitamanwithabludgeonismorethanaquarrel。“

“Itwasastonethatwasused,notabludgeon。“

“Thesoldieroughtto——“

Awoman’shigh-pitchedvoicebrokeinwithaplaintivecryof:

“GoodLord!Alwayssomethinghappenstous!“

Asformyself,IfeltstunnedandhurtasIseatedmyselfuponthestepping-stones;andthougheverythingwasplaintomysight,nothingwasplaintomyunderstanding,whileinmybreastastrangeemptinesswaspresent,savethattheclamourofthebystandersarousedmetoacertainlongingtooutshoutthemall,tosendforthmyvoiceintothenightlikethevoiceofabrazentrumpet。

Presentlytwoothermenapproachedus。Inthehandofthefirstwasatorchwhichhekeptwavingtoandfrotopreventitsbeingextinguished,andwhence,therefore,hekeptstrewingshowersofgoldensparks。Afair-headedlittlefellow,hehadabodyasthinasapikewhenstandingonitstail,agrey,stonelikecountenancethatwasdeeplysunkenbetweentheshoulders,amouthperpetuallyhalf-agape,andround,owlish-lookingeyes。

AsheapproachedthecorpsehebentforwardwithonehanduponhiskneetothrowthemorelightuponSilantiev’sbruisedheadandbody。Thatheadwasrestingturnedupontheshoulder,andnolongercouldIrecognisetheoncehandsomeCossackface,soburiedwasthejauntyforelockunderaclotofblack-redmud,andconcealedbyaswellingwhichhadmadeitsappearanceabovetheleftear。Also,sincethemouthandmoustachehadbeenbashedasidetheteethlaybaredinatwisted,trulyhorriblesmile,while,asthemosthorriblepointofall,thelefteyewashangingfromitssocket,and,becomehideouslylarge,gazing,seemingly,attheinnerpocketoftheflapofSilantiev’spea-

jacket,whencetherewasprotrudingawhiteedgingofpaper。

Slowlythetorchholderdescribedacircleoffireintheair,andtherebysprinkledafurthershowerofsparksoverthepoormutilatedface,withitsstreaksofshiningblood。Thenhemutteredwithasmackofthelips:

“Youcanseeforyourselveswhothemanis。“

AshespokeafewmoresparksdescendeduponSilantiev’sscalp

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