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As a matter of fact, the tale has it that he had been making love to his mistress, and then been thrown over in favour of his master once more. And another son, Grigori, after being given a high school education at St. Petersburg, became a lunatic. And another, Alexei, entered the army as a cavalryman, but is now acting as a circus rider, and probably has also become a drunkard.
Why, what would have become of her if Grigori Aleksandrovich had abandoned her? And that is what would have happened, sooner or later. "During half the following day she was calm, silent and docile, however much the doctor tortured her with his fomentations and mixtures.
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 Aleksandrovich exasperated Azamat to such an extent with his teasing that the boy was ready even to drown himself.
In the fifth heaven he saw many hosts of the angels called Grigori. Their appearance was like men, and their size was greater than the size of the giants, their countenances were withered, and their lips silent. On his question who they were, the angels leading him answered, "These are the Grigori, who with their prince Salamiel rejected the holy Lord."
"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!
Grigori Aleksandrovich dressed her up like a doll, petted and pampered her, and it was simply astonishing to see how pretty she grew while she lived with us. The sunburn disappeared from her face and hands, and a rosy colour came into her cheeks... What a merry girl she was! Always making fun of me, the little rogue!... Heaven forgive her!" "And when you told her of her father's death?"
"'What sort of a joke do you think you are playing? Your sword, please!... "'Mitka, my sword! "'Mitka brought the sword. My duty discharged, I sat down on the bed, facing Pechorin, and said: 'Listen here, Grigori Aleksandrovich, you must admit that this is a bad business. "'What is? "'Why, that you have carried off Bela... Ah, it is that beast Azamat!... Come, confess! I said.
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.
What won't a woman do for a coloured rag!... But that is by the way... For a long time Grigori Aleksandrovich persevered with her, and meanwhile he studied the Tartar language and she began to understand ours.
The women, when they saw us coming, hid themselves, but those whose faces we were able to get a view of were far from being beauties. "'I had a much better opinion of the Circassian women, remarked Grigori Aleksandrovich. "'Wait a bit! I answered, with a smile; I had my own views on the subject. "A number of people had already gathered at the prince's hut.
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