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Updated: May 19, 2025
'Your ex-shelency, defend me, save me! the unhappy Jew was faltering meanwhile, his whole body squeezed up against Tchertop-hanov's foot; 'or they will murder me, they will murder me, your ex-shelency! 'What have they against you? asked Tchertop-hanov. 'I can't tell, so help me God!
Why, anyone except his master, Malek-Adel would have trampled under foot! He'd have raised such a din, he'd have roused the whole village? Do you agree with me? 'I agree, I agree, your ex-shelency.... 'Well, then, it follows that first of all we must find this Cossack! 'But how are we to find him, your ex-shelency?
'To buy this horse from you... I haven't the means, and as for presents, I not only wouldn't take them from a Jew; I wouldn't take a present from Almighty God Himself! 'As though I would presume to offer you a present, mercy upon me! cried the Jew: 'you buy it, your ex-shelency... and as to the little sum I can wait for it. Tchertop-hanov sank into thought.
Wo!... wo!... turn round, stand sideways! And we'll take off the saddle. What do you think of him, your ex-shelency? 'The horse is all right, repeated Tchertop-hanov with affected indifference, though his heart was beating like a sledge-hammer in his breast. He was a passionate lover of 'horse-flesh, and knew a good thing when he saw it. 'Only take a look at him, your ex-shelency!
'Your ex-shelency, began the Jew, gaining a little courage, and grinning all over his face, 'should, after the Russian fashion, take from hand to hand.... 'What next? what an idea! A Hebrew... and Russian customs! Hey! you there! Take the horse; lead him to the stable. And give him some oats. I'll come myself and look after him. And his name is to be Malek-Adel!
'Sure to have been a rascal, your ex-shelency. 'And, I say, what did he say, this rascal? had he had the horse long? 'I recollect he said he'd had it a long while. 'Well, then, no one could have stolen him but he! Consider it yourself, listen, stand here!... What's your name? The Jew started and turned his little black eyes upon Tchertop-hanov. 'What's my name?
'What will you take for it? he muttered at last between his teeth. The Jew shrugged his shoulders. 'What I paid for it myself. Two hundred roubles. The horse was well worth twice -perhaps even three times that sum. Tchertop-hanov turned away and yawned feverishly. 'And the money... when? he asked, scowling furiously and not looking at the Jew. 'When your ex-shelency thinks fit.
The horse instantly arched its spine, and looking round suspiciously at Tchertop-hanov with its haughty black eye, snorted and moved its hind legs. The Jew laughed and faintly clapped his hands. 'He knows his master, your ex-shelency, his master! 'Don't talk nonsense, Tchertop-hanov interrupted with vexation.
Stole it, I suppose? 'How can you say that, your ex-shelency! I'm an honest Jew. I didn't steal it, but I obtained it for your ex-shelency really! And the trouble, the trouble I had to get it? But, then, see what a horse it is! There's not another horse like it to be found in all the Don country! Look, your ex-shelency, what a horse it is! Here, kindly step this way!
The Jew promptly obeyed, rolled off the horse like a sack, and keeping hold of the rein with one hand, he approached Tchertop-hanov, smiling and bowing. 'What do you want? Panteley Eremyitch inquired with dignity. 'Your ex-shelency, deign to look what a horse! said the Jew, never ceasing to bow for an instant. 'Er... well... the horse is all right. Where did you get it from?
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