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Updated: May 24, 2025
There was a rapid patter of bare feet, and an unseen hand opened the door into the huntsmen's room, from which came the clear sounds of a balalayka on which someone, who was evidently a master of the art, was playing. Natasha had been listening to those strains for some time and now went out into the passage to hear better. "That's Mitka, my coachman.... I have got him a good balalayka.
So I lay there, and above me on the oven little drummers, no bigger than this, beat the tattoo. They were getting ready to bury me. They said, "He defiled himself with worldly unbelievers; he made merry with women; he ruined people; he did not fast, and he played the balalayka. Confess," they said. So I began to confess. "I've sinned!" I said.
In the midst of one of his favourite songs his voice suddenly trembled and he ceased singing, and only continued strumming on the balalayka. 'Oh, my dear friend! he said. The peculiar sound of his voice made Olenin look round. The old man was weeping. Tears stood in his eyes and one tear was running down his cheek.
"Not 'very good' it's simply delicious!" Just as "Uncle's" pickled mushrooms, honey, and cherry brandy had seemed to her the best in the world, so also that song, at that moment, seemed to her the acme of musical delight. "More, please, more!" cried Natasha at the door as soon as the balalayka ceased.
Besides which he had had something to drink at the betrothal. He came to Olenin quite drunk: his face red, his beard tangled, but wearing a new beshmet trimmed with gold braid; and he brought with him a balalayka which he had obtained beyond the river. He had long promised Olenin this treat, and felt in the mood for it, so that he was sorry to find Olenin writing.
Mitka tuned up afresh, and recommenced thrumming the balalayka to the air of My Lady, with trills and variations. "Uncle" sat listening, slightly smiling, with his head on one side. The air was repeated a hundred times. The balalayka was retuned several times and the same notes were thrummed again, but the listeners did not grow weary of it and wished to hear it again and again.
Then, jumping up from the floor, the latter began to show off his skill on the balalayka and to sing Tartar songs. 'Why write, my good fellow! You'd better listen to what I'll sing to you. When you're dead you won't hear any more songs. Make merry now! First he sang a song of his own composing accompanied by a dance: 'Ah, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee, dim, Say where did they last see him?
Whatever the priest said, I always answered "I've sinned." He began to ask me about the balalayka. "Where is the accursed thing," he says. "Show it me and smash it." But I say, "I've not got it." I'd hidden it myself in a net in the outhouse. I knew they could not find it. So they left me. Yet after all I recovered. When I went for my BALALAYKA What was I saying? he continued.
I'm fond of it," said "Uncle." It was the custom for Mitka to play the balalayka in the huntsmen's room when "Uncle" returned from the chase. "Uncle" was fond of such music. "How good! Really very good!" said Nicholas with some unintentional superciliousness, as if ashamed to confess that the sounds pleased him very much. "Very good?" said Natasha reproachfully, noticing her brother's tone.
'I've been to the betrothal at the cornet's. But there! They're shwine! Don't want them! Have come to you. 'And where did you get your balalayka asked Olenin, still writing. 'I've been beyond the river and got it there, brother mine, he answered, also very quietly. 'I'm a master at it. Tartar or Cossack, squire or soldiers' songs, any kind you please.
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