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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Captain Mironoff, these. "I hereby inform you that the fugitive and schismatic Don Cossack, Emelian Pugatchéf, after being guilty of the unpardonable insolence of usurping the name of our late Emperor, Peter III., has assembled a gang of robbers, excited risings in villages on the Yaïk, and taken and oven destroyed several forts, while committing everywhere robberies and murders.
"Follow your own fashion," said he, "if I were to meddle in this affair, it would be to announce to Ivan Mironoff, according to rule, that a plot is being made in the fortress for the commission of a criminal action one contrary to the interests of the crown." I was alarmed, and begged Ignatius to say nothing to the Commandant. He gave me his word that he would be silent, and I left him in peace.
If I chanced to see their fur caps, if I heard their shouts, believe me, my heart was ready to faint; but now I am so used to this life, that if told that the brigands were prowling around us, I would not stir from the fortress." "Basilia is a very brave lady," observed Alexis, gravely. "Ivan Mironoff knows some thing about it."
We left the house, having in appearance made friends. Ignatius re-conducted us. "Are you not ashamed of yourself," I said to him, "to have denounced us to the Commandant, after having given me your word you would not do so?" "As God is holy, I said nothing to Ivan Mironoff. Basilia drew it all from me. She took all the necessary measures without the knowledge of the Commandant.
"Which is the Commandant?" asked the usurper. Our Corporal came out of the crowd and pointed to Mironoff. Pougatcheff looked at the old man with a terrible expression, and said to him: "How did you dare to oppose me, your emperor?" The Commandant, weakened by his wound, collected all his energy, and said, in a firm but faint voice: "You are not my emperor; you are a usurper and a brigand."
When we shall have shot the traitor, then she will find a better husband." "I would rather die," I said with fury, "than yield her to Alexis." "I understand it all now," said the old man. "You are, no doubt, in love yourself with Marie Mironoff. That's another thing. Poor boy! Still, I can not give you a battalion and fifty Cossacks. The thing is unreasonable." I hung my head in despair.
My heart was wrung when we entered the room that I know so well, where still upon the wall hung, like an epitaph, the diploma of the deceased Commandant. Pougatcheff seated himself upon the same sofa where many a time Ivan Mironoff had dozed to the hum of his wife's voice. Alexis' own hand presented the brandy to his chief.
It is necessary to examine the cannon and clean it; and above all to keep the secret, that no one in the fortress should know any thing before the time." Having given his orders, Ivan Mironoff dismissed us. I went out with Alexis, speculating on what we had heard. "What do you think of it? How will this end?" I asked him. "God knows," he replied, "we shall see. At present there is no danger."
If only she could find a worthy husband. If not, there she is, eternally a maid." I glanced at Marie; she blushed, tears were dropping into her soup. I pitied her, and hastened to change the conversation. "I have heard that the Bashkirs intend to attack your fortress?" "Who said so," replied Ivan Mironoff. "I heard it at Orenbourg."
'Who is moaning in your room, old woman? 'My niece, Czar. 'Let me see your niece, old woman. I saluted him humbly; 'My niece, Czar, has not strength to come before your grace. 'Then I will go and see her. And will you believe it, he drew the curtains and looked at our dove, with his hawk's eyes! The child did not recognize him. Poor Ivan Mironoff! Basilia!
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