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Updated: May 24, 2025
In the Frederick Street the houses shook as if from an earthquake, and countless panes of glass were shattered. With darkened brow and a burst of anger did General von Tottleben receive the news that the powder-mills had blown up, and fifty Cossacks had lost their lives thereby. He mourned for the unfortunate Cossacks and his poor serf, Ivan Petrowitsch.
"How beautiful that is!" exclaimed Petrowitsch, the hetman of the Cossacks. "Just look what a handsome steppe!" "Just such a fine sand steppe as at home in our own country!" sighed one of the Cossacks, beginning to hum a song of his home. "This is the finest scenery I have seen in Germany," cried another. "What a pleasure it would be to race over this steppe!"
He was therefore obliged to yield to this cruel necessity; the Berlin armory must be sacrificed. Suddenly his countenance lighted up, and his features assumed an expression of joy. He hastened rapidly to the door and summoned his body servant and slave, Ivan Petrowitsch.
In this manner Bertram had rendered any meeting between Feodor and Elise impossible, but he could not prevent his servant, Petrowitsch, from meeting his sweetheart, Elise's chambermaid, on the street. By means of these a letter of Feodor reached Elise's hand.
How joyous and careless they are, these sons of the steppe! How calmly does Ivan continue to smoke his pipe, although they are now in the large hall, where casks of powder are ranged in endless rows! And now a cask is opened, and merrily and jestingly the Cossacks begin to load the powder into their sacks. What art thou staring at so wildly, Ivan Petrowitsch?
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