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Updated: May 2, 2025
We expect something new... How absurd, and yet how vexatious! IT is now a month and a half since I have been in the N Fortress. Maksim Maksimych is out hunting... I am alone. I am sitting by the window. Grey clouds have covered the mountains to the foot; the sun appears through the mist as a yellow spot.
I left a candle on the stove-seat, and, wrapping myself up in my cloak, I lay down on the couch and soon fell into slumber; and I would have slept on quietly had not Maksim Maksimych awakened me as he came into the room. It was then very late. He threw his pipe on the table, began to walk up and down the room, and to rattle about at the stove.
"You have not heard what became of Kazbich?" I asked. "Kazbich? In truth, I don't know. I have heard that with the Shapsugs, on our right flank, there is a certain Kazbich, a dare-devil fellow who rides about at a walking pace, in a red tunic, under our bullets, and bows politely whenever one hums near him but it can scarcely be the same person!"... In Kobi, Maksim Maksimych and I parted company.
"I took him by the hand and said: "'I'm delighted to see you delighted! It will be a bit dull for you... but there, we will live together like a couple of friends. But, please, call me simply "Maksim Maksimych"; and, tell me, what is this full uniform for? Just wear your forage-cap whenever you come to me! "Quarters were assigned to him and he settled down in the fortress." "What was his name?"
Before ten minutes had passed the man we were awaiting appeared at the end of the square. He was walking with Colonel N., who accompanied him as far as the inn, said good-bye to him, and then turned back to the fortress. I immediately despatched one of the old soldiers for Maksim Maksimych.
It is a convoy composed of half a company of infantry, with a cannon which escorts baggage-trains through Kabardia from Vladikavkaz to Ekaterinograd. The first day I found the time hang on my hands dreadfully. Early next morning a vehicle drove into the courtyard... Aha! Maksim Maksimych!... We met like a couple of old friends.
The kind-hearted Maksim Maksimych had become the obstinate, cantankerous staff-captain! And why? Because Pechorin, through absent-mindedness or from some other cause, had extended his hand to him when Maksim Maksimych was going to throw himself on his neck!
For the first time in his life, probably, the poor old man had, to speak by the book, thrown aside official business 'for the sake of his personal requirements'... and how he had been rewarded! "I am very sorry, Maksim Maksimych, very sorry indeed," I said, "that we must part sooner than necessary." "What should we rough old men be thinking of to run after you?
"Or, you, my man, won't you be going over to him for something?... If you do, tell him that Maksim Maksimych is here; just say that he'll know! I'll give you half a ruble for a tip!" The manservant made a scornful face on hearing such a modest promise, but he assured Maksim Maksimych that he would execute his commission.
"He'll be sure to come running up directly!" said Maksim Maksimych, with an air of triumph. "I will go outside the gate and wait for him! Ah, it's a pity I am not acquainted with Colonel N !" Maksim Maksimych sat down on a little bench outside the gate, and I went to my room.
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