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Updated: May 20, 2025
More than once good folks have planned to put him out of the world, but no it's never come off. That was how the neighbouring peasants spoke of Biryuk. 'So you're Biryuk, I repeated; 'I've heard talk of you, brother. They say you show no mercy to anyone. 'I do my duty, he answered grimly; 'it's not right to eat the master's bread for nothing.
Without a word Biryuk took the horse by the mane with his left hand; in his right he held the thief by the belt. 'Now turn round, you rat! he said grimly. 'The bit of an axe there, take it, muttered the peasant. 'No reason to lose it, certainly, said the forester, and he picked up the axe. We started. I walked behind.... The rain began sprinkling again, and soon fell in torrents.
'Drunk! not at your expense, cursed destroyer of souls brute, brute, brute! 'Ah, you I'll show you! 'What's that to me? It's all one; I'm done for; what can I do without a home? Kill me it's the same in the end; whether it's through hunger or like this it's all one. Ruin us all wife, children ... kill us all at once. But, wait a bit, we'll get at you! Biryuk got up.
The little girl hung her head; the baby waked up and began crying; the little girl went to the cradle. 'There, give it him, said Biryuk, thrusting a dirty feeding-bottle into her hand. 'Him, too, she abandoned, he went on in an undertone, pointing to the baby. He went up to the door, stopped, and turned round.
'But, perhaps, he added aloud, 'this way I shall miss him. 'I'll go with you ... if you like? 'Certainly, he answered, and he backed the horse in again; 'we'll catch him in a trice, and then I'll take you. Let's be off. We started, Biryuk in front, I following him.
'Go to the devil with your horse! he shouted after him; 'but mind, next time.... He came back into the hut and began rummaging in the corner. 'Well, Biryuk, I said at last, 'you've astonished me; I see you're a splendid fellow. 'Oh, stop that, master, he cut me short with an air of vexation; 'please don't speak of it.
I vowed inwardly to set the poor wretch free, come what might. He sat without stirring on the locker. By the light of the lantern I could make out his worn, wrinkled face, his overhanging yellow eyebrows, his restless eyes, his thin limbs.... The little girl lay down on the floor, just at his feet, and again dropped asleep. Biryuk sat at the table, his head in his hands.
We went farther through the wet bracken and nettles. A slow muffled crash was heard.... 'He's felled it, muttered Biryuk. Meantime the sky had grown clearer and clearer; there was a faint light in the forest. We clambered at last out of the ravine. 'Wait here a little, the forester whispered to me. He bent down, and raising his gun above his head, vanished among the bushes.
The forester came in and sat down on the bench. 'The storm 's passing over, he observed, after a brief silence; 'if you wish it, I will guide you out of the forest. I got up; Biryuk took his gun and examined the firepan. 'What's that for? I inquired. 'There's mischief in the forest.... They're cutting a tree down on Mares' Ravine, he added, in reply to my look of inquiry.
Heaven only knows how he found out his way, but he only stopped once or twice, and then merely to listen to the strokes of the axe. 'There, he muttered, 'do you hear? do you hear? 'Why, where? Biryuk shrugged his shoulders. We went down into the ravine; the wind was still for an instant; the rhythmical strokes reached my hearing distinctly. Biryuk glanced at me and shook his head.
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