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In vain Pechorin kissed her cold lips it was impossible to bring her to. "Pechorin mounted; I lifted Bela from the ground and somehow managed to place her before him on his saddle; he put his arm round her and we rode back. "'Look here, Maksim Maksimych, said Grigori Aleksandrovich, after a few moments of silence. 'We will never bring her in alive like this.
And, for that very reason, it was a memorable year to me. He gave me a great deal of trouble but there, let bygones be bygones!... You see, it is true enough, there are people like that, fated from birth to have all sorts of strange things happening to them!" "Strange?" I exclaimed, with an air of curiosity, as I poured out some tea. "WELL, then, I'll tell you," said Maksim Maksimych.
"Yes, I remember!" he said, almost immediately forcing a yawn. Maksim Maksimych began to beg him to stay with him for a couple of hours or so longer. "We will have a splendid dinner," he said.
On my return to the fortress I related to Maksim Maksimych all that I had seen and experienced; and I sought to learn his opinion on the subject of predestination. At first he did not understand the word. I explained it to him as well as I could, and then he said, with a significant shake of the head: "Yes, sir, of course! It was a very ingenious trick!
"I am speaking to you, my friend!" he said, touching the uncivil fellow on the shoulder. "Whose carriage? My master's." "And who is your master?" "Pechorin " "What did you say? What? Pechorin? Great Heavens!... Did he not serve in the Caucasus?" exclaimed Maksim Maksimych, plucking me by the sleeve. His eyes were sparkling with joy.
"You are not going, then, Maksim Maksimych?" "No, sir!" "But why not?" "Well, I have not seen the Commandant yet, and I have to deliver some Government things." "But you did go, you know." "I did, of course," he stammered, "but he was not at home... and I did not wait." I understood.
Hereupon he turned away in order to hide his agitation and proceeded to walk about the courtyard, around his cart, pretending to be examining the wheels, whilst his eyes kept filling with tears every moment. "Maksim Maksimych," I said, going up to him, "what papers are these that Pechorin left you?" "Goodness knows! "What will you do with them?" "What? I'll have cartridges made of them."
I confess that I also was awaiting this Pechorin's appearance with a certain amount of impatience although, from the staff-captain's story, I had formed a by no means favourable idea of him. Still, certain traits in his character struck me as remarkable. In an hour's time one of the old soldiers brought a steaming samovar and a teapot. "Won't you have some tea, Maksim Maksimych?"
Afterwards he said, on reflecting a little: "Yes, it is a pity about the poor fellow! The devil must have put it into his head to start a conversation with a drunken man at night! However, it is evident that fate had written it so at his birth!" I could not get anything more out of Maksim Maksimych; generally speaking, he had no liking for metaphysical disputations.
"The next day he immediately despatched an express messenger to Kizlyar to purchase some things for him. The messenger brought back a quite innumerable quantity of various Persian stuffs. "'What think you, Maksim Maksimych? he said to me, showing the presents. 'Will our Asiatic beauty hold out against such a battery as this? "'You don't know the Circassian women, I answered.
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