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At times the noise of songs and the buzz of voices, escaping from the hut, drowned the conversation which I was finding interesting. "'That's a splendid horse of yours, Azamat was saying. 'If I were master of a house of my own and had a stud of three hundred mares, I would give half of it for your galloper, Kazbich! "'Aha! Kazbich! I said to myself, and I called to mind the coat of mail.
"'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.
"Ah, that was where the trick came in! Kazbich could not find him; he had gone away somewhere for five or six days; otherwise, how could Azamat have succeeded in carrying off Bela? "And, when the father returned, there was neither daughter nor son to be found. A wily rogue, Azamat! He understood, you see, that he would lose his life if he was caught.
However in this collaboration, the general design of the Temple “Azamat” should be continued; and under no circumstances should it be changed to resemble the ultra modern architectural type of building which was the motif of the other submissions. As the Guardian has indicated, previously, this building need have seating capacity of only 500 or 600 people.
Therefore in revising the plan, it should be simplified in such a way as to bring the cost down,—to a figure near $300,000. It is noted in the details of the “Azamat” there are a number of things still included, which certainly could be gotten along without, for the time being.
"I must tell you that Kazbich imagined that the horse had been stolen by Azamat with his father's consent; at any rate, that is what I suppose. So, one day, Kazbich went and waited by the roadside, about three versts beyond the village. The old man was returning from one of his futile searches for his daughter; his retainers were lagging behind. It was dusk.
Urus yaman, yaman! 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.
The Guardian sees no objections to asking other architects to collaborate with the architect of the design “Azamat”. However it should be understood that the Guardian does not wish this collaboration or adaptation to result in the ultra-modern type of building which is the motif of the submissions which have been made, and which he has rejected.
"'The first time I saw your horse, continued Azamat, 'when he was wheeling and leaping under you, his nostrils distended, and the flints flying in showers from under his hoofs, something I could not understand took place within my soul; and since that time I have been weary of everything.
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.
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