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Updated: June 4, 2025
There was a flash of lightning on the right, and, like a reflection in the looking-glass, at once a second flash in the distance. "Yegory, take this," cried Panteley, throwing up something big and dark. "What is it?" asked Yegorushka. "A mat. There will be rain, so cover yourself up." Yegorushka sat up and looked about him.
Tchertop-hanov darted forward; Shtoppel bounded away in great perturbation, the others rushed to meet the exasperated nobleman. 'A duel, a duel, a duel, at once, across a handkerchief! shouted the enraged Panteley, 'or beg my pardon yes, and his too.... 'Pray beg his pardon! the agitated relations muttered all round Shtoppel; 'he's such a madman, he'd cut your throat in a minute!
Only the little stallion deigned to notice Yegorushka; he looked at him with his large foolish eyes, and even he showed no interest. Panteley bowed to Varlamov; the latter noticed it, and without taking his eyes off the sheets of paper, said lisping: "How are you, old man?"
Few men are capable of bearing so sharp a reverse well. Panteley was embittered, made misanthropical by it.
"It will soon be over," wheezed Panteley, sitting down; "it's getting quieter. . . . The lads have gone into the huts, and two have stayed with the horses. The lads have. . . . They can't; . . . the horses would be taken away. . . . I'll sit here a bit and then go and take my turn. . . . We can't leave them; they would be taken. . . ."
This was what I learned. Panteley Eremyitch Tchertop-hanov had the reputation in the whole surrounding vicinity of a dangerous, crack-brained fellow, haughty and quarrelsome in the extreme. He had served a very short time in the army, and had retired from the service through 'difficulties' with his superiors, with that rank which is generally regarded as equivalent to no rank at all.
And, indeed, what motive could he have to steal the horse which he had himself procured for his 'revered Panteley Eremyitch. Then Tchertop-hanov led him into the stable. Together they scrutinised the horse-boxes, the manger, and the lock on the door, turned over the hay and the straw, and then went into the courtyard.
Yegorushka could see neither Panteley, nor the bale of wool, nor himself; he looked sideways towards the place where the moon had lately been, but there was the same black darkness there as over the waggons. And in the darkness the flashes of lightning seemed more violent and blinding, so that they hurt his eyes. "Panteley!" called Yegorushka. No answer followed.
"You can't eat with your cap on, and you a gentleman too!" Yegorushka took off his hat and did not say a word, but the stew lost all savour for him, and he did not hear Panteley and Vassya intervening on his behalf. A feeling of anger with the insulting fellow was rankling oppressively in his breast, and he made up his mind that he would do him some injury, whatever it cost him.
The distance had grown perceptibly blacker, and now oftener than every minute winked with a pale light. The blackness was being bent towards the right as though by its own weight. "Will there be a storm, Grandfather?" asked Yegorushka. "Ah, my poor feet, how they ache!" Panteley said in a high-pitched voice, stamping his feet and not hearing the boy.
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