AsIretiredtomynookandlaydown,Ireflectedthatwhatthebigpeasanthadsaidwasappositeenough-thattheyoungfellow’sfacedidinverytruthresembleanoldandshabbywoollenmitten。
PresentlyIdreamtthatIwaspaintingabelfry,andthat,asI
didso,huge,goggle-eyedjackdawskeptflyingaroundthebelfry’sgables,andflappingatmewiththeirwingsandhinderingmywork:until,asIsoughttobeatthemoff,Imissedmyfooting,felltoearth,andawoketofindmybreathchokingamidadull,sick,painfulfeelingoflassitudeandweakness,andakaleidoscopicmistquaveringbeforemyeyestillitrenderedmedizzy。Frommyhead,behindthecar,athinstreamofbloodwastrickling。
Risingwithsomedifficultytomyfeet,Isteppedafttoapump,washedmyheadunderajetofcoldwater,bounditwithmyhandkerchief,and,returning,inspectedmyresting-placeinastateofbewildermentastowhatcouldhavecausedtheaccidenttohappen。
OnthedecknearthespotwhereIhadbeenasleep,therewasstandingstackedapileofsmalllogspreparedforthecook’sgalley;while,intheprecisespotwheremyheadhadrestedtherewasreposingabirchfaggotofwhichthewithy-tiehadcomeunfastened。AsIraisedthefallenfaggotIperceivedittobecleanandcomposedofsilkyloppingsofbirch-barkwhichrustledasIfingeredthem;and,consequently,Ireflectedthattheceaselessvibrationofthesteamermusthavecausedthefaggottobecomejerkedontomyhead。
Reassuredbythisplausibleexplanationoftheunfortunate,butabsurd,occurrenceofwhichIhavespoken,Inextreturnedtothestern,wheretherewerenooppressiveodourstobeencountered,andwhenceagoodviewwasobtainable。
Thehourwastheturnofthenight,thehourofmaximumtensionbeforedawn,thehourwhenalltheworldseemsplungedinaprofundityofslumberwhencetherecanbenoawakening,andwhenthecompletenessofthesilenceattunesthesoultospecialsensibility,andwhenthestarsseemtobehangingstrangelyclosetoearth,andthemorningstar,inparticular,tobeshiningasbrightlyasaminiaturesun。Yetalreadyhadtheheavensbeguntogrowcoldlygrey,tolosetheirnocturnalsoftnessandwarmth,whiletheraysofthestarsweredroopinglikepetals,andthemoon,hithertogolden,hadturnedpaleandbecomedustedoverwithsilver,andmovedfurtherfromtheearthasintangiblythewateroftheriverslougheditsthick,viscousgleam,andswiftlyemittedandwithdrew,stray,pearlyreflectionsofthechangesoccurringintheheavenlytints。
Intheeasttherewasrising,andhangingsuspendedovertheblackspearsofthepineforest,athinpinkmistthesensuoushueofwhichwasglowingeverbrighter,andassumingadensityevergreater,andstandingforthmoreboldlyandclearly,evenasawhisperoftimidprayermergesintoasongofexultantthankfulness。Anothermoment,andthespikedtopsofthepinesblazedintopointsofredfireresemblingfestivalcandlesinasanctuary。
Next,anunseenhandthrewoverthewater,drewalongitssurface,atransparentandmany-colourednetofsilk。Thiswasthemorningbreeze,heraldofdawn,aswithacoatingoftissue-like,silveryscalesitrippledtheriveruntiltheeyegrewwearyoftryingtofollowtheplayofgoldandmother-of-pearlandpurpleandbluish-greenreflectedfromthesun-renovatedheavens。
Next,likeafanthereunfoldedthemselvesthefirstsword-shapedbeamsofday,withtheirtipsblindinglywhite;
whilesimultaneouslyoneseemedtoheardescendingfromaniilimitableheightadensesound-waveofsilverbells,asound-waveadvancingtriumphantlytogreetthesunashisroseaterimbecamevisibleovertheforestliketherimofacupthat,filledwiththeessenceoflife,wasabouttoemptyitscontentsupontheearth,andtopourabounteousfloodofcreativepuissanceuponthemarsheswhenceareddishvapourasofincensewasarising。Meanwhileonthemoreprecipitousofthetwobankssomeofthetreesneartheriver’smarginwerethrowingsoftgreenshadowsoverthewater,whilegilt-likedewwassparkling。ontheherbage,andbirdswereawakening,andasawhitegullskimmedthewater’ssurfaceonlevelwings,thepaleshadowofthosewingsfollowedthebirdoverthetintedexpanse,whilethesun,suspendedinflamebehindtheforest,liketheImperialbirdofthefairy-tale,rosehigherandhigherintothegreenish-bluezenith,untilsilveryVenus,expiring,herselflookedlikeabird。
Hereandthereontheyellowstripofsandbytheriver’smargin,long-leggedsnipewerescurryingabout。Twofishermenwererockinginaboatinthesteamer’swashastheyhauledtheirtackle。Floatingfromtheshoretherebegantoreachussuchvocalsoundsofmorningasthecrowingofcocks,thelowingofcattle,andthepersistentmurmurofhumanvoices。
Similarlythebuff-colouredbalesinthesteamer’sstemgraduallyreddened,asdidthegreytintsinthebeardofthelargepeasantwhere,sprawlinghisponderousformoverthedeck,hewaslyingasleepwithmouthopen,nostrilsdistendedwithstertoroussnores,browsraisedasthoughinastonishment,andthickmoustacheintermittentlytwitching。
Someoneamidthepilesofbaleswaspantingashefidgeted,andasIglancedinthatdirectionIencounteredthegazeofapairofsmall,narrow,inflamedeyes,andbeheldbeforemetheragged,mitten-likeface,thoughnowitlookedeventhinnerandgreyerthanithaddoneonthepreviousevening。Apparentlyitsownerwasfeelingcold,forhehadhunchedhischinbetweenhisknees,andclaspedhishirsutearmsaroundhislegs,ashiseyesstaredgloomily,withahuntedair,inmydirection。Thenwearily,lifelesslyhesaid:
“Yes,youhavefoundme。Andnowyoucanthrashmeifyouwishtodoso——youcangivemeablow,forIgaveyouone,and,consequently,it’syourturntodothehitting。“
Stupefiedwithastonishment,Iinquiredinanundertone。
“Itwasyou,then,thathitme?“
“Itwasso,butwhereareyourwitnesses?“
Thewordscameinhoarse,croaked,suppressedaccents,withaseparationofthehands,andanupthrowoftheheadandprojectingcarswhichhadsuchacomicallookofbeingcrushedbeneaththeweightofthebattened-downcap。Next,thrustinghishandsintothepocketsofhispea-jacket,themanrepeatedinatoneofchallenge:
“Where,Isay,areyourwitnesses?Youcangotothedevil!“
Icoulddiscerninhimsomethingatoncehelplessandfroglikewhichevokedinmeastrongfeelingofrepulsion;andsince,withthat,Ihadnorealwishtoconversewithhim,oreventorevengemyselfuponhimforhiscowardlyblow,Iturnedawayinsilence。
ButamomentlaterIlookedathimagain,andsawthathewasseatedinhisformerposture,withhisarmsembracinghisknees,hischinrestinguponthem,andhisred,sleeplesseyesgazinglifelesslyatthebargewhichthesteamerwastowingbetweenwideribbonsoffoamingwater——ribbonssparklinginthesunlightlikemashinabrewer’svat。
Andthoseeyes,thatdead,alienatedexpression,thegaycheerfulnessofthemorning,andtheclearradianceoftheheavens,andthekindlytintsofthetwobanks,andthevocalsoundsoftheJuneday,andthebracingfreshnessoftheair,andthewholescenearoundusservedbuttothrowintothemoretragicrelief。
JustasthesteamerwasleavingSundirthemanthrewhimselfintothewater;inthesightofeverybodyhesprangoverboard。
Uponthatallshouted,jostledtheirneighboursastheyrushedtotheside,andfelltoscanningtheriverwherefrombanktobankitlaywrappedinblindingglitter。
Thewhistlesoundedinfitfulalarm,thesailorsthrewlifebeltsoverboard,thedeckrumbledlikeadrumunderthecrowd’ssurgingrush,steamhissedafflightedly,awomanventedanhystericalcry,andthecaptainbawledfromthebridgetheimperiouscommand:
“Avastheavinglifebelts!Bynowthefoolwillhavegotone!
Damnyou,calmthepassengers!“
Anunwashed,untidypriestwithtimid,staringeyesthrustbackhislong,dishevelledhair,andfelltorepeating,ashisfatshoulderjostledallandsundry,andhisfeettrippedpeopleup。
“Amuzhik,isit,orawoman?Amuzhik,eh?“
BythetimethatIhadmademywaytothesternthemanhadfallenfarbehindthesternofthebarge,andhisheadlookedassmallasaflyontheglassysurfaceofthewater。However,towardsthatflyafishing-boatwasalreadydartingwiththeswiftnessofawaterbeetle,andcausingitstwooarstoshowquiveringlyredandgrey,whilefromthemarshierofthetwobankstherebeganhastilytoputoutasecondboatwhichleaptinthesteamer’swashwiththegaietyofayoungcalf。
Suddenlytherebrokeintothepainfulhubbubonthesteamer’sdeckafaint,heartrendingcryof“A-a-ah!“
Inanswertoitasharp-nosed,black-bearded,well-dressedpeasantmutteredwithasmackofhislips:
“Ah!Thatishimshouting。Whatamadmanhemusthavebeen!Andanuglycustomertoo,wasn’the?“
Thepeasantwiththecurlybeardrejoinedinatoneofconvictionengulfingallotherutterances:
“Itishisconsciencethatiscatchinghim。Thinkwhatyoulike,butnevercanconsciencebesuppressed。“
Therewith,constantlyinterruptingoneanother,thepairbetookthemselvestoapublicrecitalofthetragicstoryofthefair-hairedyoungfellow,whomthefishermenhadnowliftedfromthewater,andwereconveyingtowardsthesteamerwithoarsthatoscillatedattopspeed。
Thebeardedpeasantcontinued:
“Assoonasitwasseenthathewasbutrunningafterthesoldier’swife。“
“Besides,“theotherpeasantinterrupted,“thepropertywasnottobedividedafterthedeathofthefather。“
Withwhichthebeardedmuzhikeagerlyrecountedthehistoryofthemurderdonebythebrother,thenephew,andason,whilethespruce,spare,well-dressedpeasantinterlardedthegeneralbuzzofconversationwithwordsandcommentscheerfullyandstridentlydelivered,muchasthoughheweredrivinginstakesfortheerectionofafence。
“Everymanisdrawnmostinthedirectionwhitherhefindsiteasiesttogo。“
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