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"'It is Kazbich! she exclaimed after a glance. "'Ah, the robber! Come to laugh at us, has he? "I looked closely, and sure enough it was Kazbich, with his swarthy face, and as ragged and dirty as ever. "'It is my father's horse! said Bela, seizing my arm. "She was trembling like a leaf and her eyes were sparkling. "'Aha! I said to myself. 'There is robber's blood in your veins still, my dear!
I said as much to Pechorin afterwards, but he only answered that a wild Circassian girl ought to consider herself fortunate in having such a charming husband as himself because, according to their ideas, he really was her husband and that Kazbich was a scoundrel, and ought to be punished. Judge for yourself, what could I say to that?... At the time, however, I knew nothing of their conspiracy.
"But what did Kazbich want to carry her off for?" "Good gracious! Why, everyone knows these Circassians are a race of thieves; they can't keep their hands off anything that is left lying about! They may not want a thing, but they will steal it, for all that. Still, you mustn't be too hard on them. And, besides, he had been in love with her for a long time." "And Bela died?"
Not even a Turkish Padishah has had a wife like her!... Shall I? Wait for me to-morrow night, yonder, in the gorge where the torrent flows; I will go by with her to the neighbouring village and she is yours. Surely Bela is worth your galloper! "Kazbich remained silent for a long, long time.
"We began to chat about one thing and another... Suddenly I saw Kazbich start, change countenance, and dart to the window; but unfortunately the window looked on to the back courtyard. "'What is the matter with you? I asked. "'My horse!... My horse! he cried, all of a tremble. "As a matter of fact I heard the clattering of hoofs. "'It is probably some Cossack who has ridden up. "'No!
When the smoke cleared off, we could see the wounded horse lying on the ground and Bela beside it; but Kazbich, his gun flung away, was clambering like a cat up the cliff, through the brushwood. I should have liked to have brought him down from there but I hadn't a charge ready. We jumped off our horses and rushed to Bela. Poor girl!
I asked the staff-captain, seizing him by the arm, and involuntarily rejoicing. "No," he replied, "but the doctor was so far mistaken that she lived two days longer." "Explain, though, how Kazbich made off with her!" "It was like this: in spite of Pechorin's prohibition, she went out of the fortress and down to the river.
"'Good heavens! I said; 'why, I tell you, Kazbich was here on the other side of the river just a moment ago, and we shot at him. How easily you might have run up against him, you know! These mountaineers are a vindictive race! Do you suppose he does not guess that you gave Azamat some help? And I wager that he recognised Bela to-day!
"I must tell you that Kazbich imagined that the horse had been stolen by Azamat with his father's consent; at any rate, that is what I suppose. So, one day, Kazbich went and waited by the roadside, about three versts beyond the village. The old man was returning from one of his futile searches for his daughter; his retainers were lagging behind. It was dusk.
Kazbich sprang off, and then we perceived that it was a woman he was holding in his arms a woman wrapped in a veil. It was Bela poor Bela! He shouted something to us in his own language and raised his dagger over her... Delay was useless; I fired in my turn, at haphazard. Probably the bullet struck him in the shoulder, because he dropped his hand suddenly.
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