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Updated: May 31, 2025
'Queer sort of modesty! why did she take money, then? 'Why, what then? If one's given money, why not take it, sir? 'I say, Girshel, let her come again, and I '11 let you off... only, please, don't show your stupid phiz inside my tent, and leave us in peace; do you hear? Girshel's eyes sparkled. 'What do you say? You like her? 'Well, yes.
Under-sergeant, you know me. I'm an agent, an honest agent. Don't hold me; wait a minute, a little minute, a tiny minute wait! Let me go; I'm a poor Hebrew. Sara... where is Sara? They put the noose on the Jew.... I shut my eyes and rushed away. I remained for a fortnight under arrest. I was told that the widow of the luckless Girshel came to fetch away the clothes of the deceased.
The sentries were relieved. I still lay there, as it were waiting for something. The stars peeped out. The night came on. A long while I watched the dying flame.... The last fire went out. 'The damned Jew was taking me in, I thought angrily, and was just going to get up. 'Your honour,... a trembling voice whispered close to my ear. I looked round: Girshel.
I ran out of the tent in pursuit of her, but could not get another glimpse of her nor of Girshel. The whole night long I could not sleep a wink. The next night we were sitting in the tent of our captain; I was playing, but with no great zest. My orderly came in. 'Some one's asking for you, your honour. 'Who is it? 'A Jew. 'Can it be Girshel? I wondered.
'Stop that wriggling, devilish Jew now then... you wretch! you'd better look out, I'll throttle you! The luckless Girshel was feebly prodding his elbows into Siliavka's chest, and feebly kicking.... His eyes were rolling convulsively.... 'What's the matter? I questioned Siliavka.
But your honour must permit me to congratulate you on your success.... 'Why, how did you know? 'Oh, I know, to be sure I do.... An immense sum... immense....Oh! how immense.... Girshel spread out his fingers and wagged his head. 'But what's the use of talking, I said peevishly; 'what the devil's the good of money here? 'Oh! don't say that, your honour; ay, ay, don't say so.
The soldiers took Girshel under his arms. I saw then why it was they had been laughing at the Jew when I ran up from the camp with Sara. He was really ludicrous, in spite of all the horror of his position.
She peeped at me from under her eyelids and softly laughed. 'What is it? She hid her face in her sleeve and laughed more than before. Girshel showed himself at the entrance of the tent and shook his finger at her. She ceased laughing. 'Go away! I whispered to him through my teeth; 'you make me sick! Girshel did not go away.
I had at first meant to give Girshel a good fright, and to tell Siliavka to hold his tongue, but now the affair had become public, and could not escape 'the cognisance of the authorities. 'Take him to the general, I said to the sergeant. 'Your honour, your honour! the Jew shrieked in a voice of despair. 'I am not guilty... not guilty.... Tell him to let me go, tell him...
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