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His horse was renowned throughout Kabardia and, indeed, a better one it would be impossible to imagine! Not without good reason did all the other horsemen envy Kazbich, and on more than one occasion they had attempted to steal the horse, but they had never succeeded. I seem to see the animal before me now black as coal, with legs like bow-strings and eyes as fine as Bela's! How strong he was too!
Grigori Aleksandrovich yelled like any Chechene, whipped his gun from its cover, and gave chase I after him. "Luckily, thanks to our unsuccessful hunt, our horses were not jaded; they strained under the saddle, and with every moment we drew nearer and nearer... At length I recognised Kazbich, only I could not make out what it was that he was holding in front of him.
With his keen, bright eyes he has looked into mine as if about to speak!... I shall die, Kazbich, if you will not sell him to me! said Azamat, with trembling voice. "I could hear him burst out weeping, and I must tell you that Azamat was a very stubborn lad, and that not for anything could tears be wrung from him, even when he was a little younger.
"'Yes, replied Kazbich, after an interval of silence. 'There is not such another to be found in all Kabardia. Once it was on the other side of the Terek I had ridden with the Abreks to seize the Russian herds. We had no luck, so we scattered in different directions. Four Cossacks dashed after me.
"'If I had a stud of a thousand mares, said Azamat, 'I would give it all for your Karagyoz! "'Yok! I would not take it! said Kazbich indifferently. "'Listen, Kazbich, said Azamat, trying to ingratiate himself with him. 'You are a kindhearted man, you are a brave horseman, but my father is afraid of the Russians and will not allow me to go on the mountains.
"Then I drew level with Pechorin and shouted to him: "'It is Kazbich! "He looked at me, nodded, and struck his horse with his whip. "At last we were within gunshot of Kazbich. Whether it was that his horse was jaded or not so good as ours, I don't know, but, in spite of all his efforts, it did not get along very fast. I fancy at that moment he remembered his Karagyoz! "I looked at Pechorin.
MEANWHILE the staff-captain continued his story. "Kazbich never put in an appearance again; but somehow I don't know why I could not get the idea out of my head that he had had a reason for coming, and that some mischievous scheme was in his mind. "Well, one day Pechorin tried to persuade me to go boar-hunting with him. For a long time I refused. What novelty was a wild boar to me?
"We mounted and galloped home." "TELL me, what became of Kazbich?" I asked the staff-captain impatiently. "Why, what can happen to that sort of a fellow?" he answered, finishing his tumbler of tea. "He slipped away, of course." "And wasn't he wounded?" I asked. "Goodness only knows! Those scoundrels take a lot of killing!
Give me your horse, and I will do anything you wish. I will steal my father's best rifle for you, or his sabre just as you like and his sabre is a genuine Gurda; you have only to lay the edge against your hand, and it will cut you; a coat of mail like yours is nothing against it. "Kazbich remained silent.
He would gallop as much as fifty versts at a stretch! And he was well trained besides he would trot behind his master like a dog, and actually knew his voice! Kazbich never used to tether him either just the very horse for a robber!... "On that evening Kazbich was more sullen than ever, and I noticed that he was wearing a coat of mail under his tunic.
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