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Updated: May 13, 2025
He looked round.... Malek-Adel was standing in the middle of the road. He had walked after his master; he touched him with his nose to announce himself. 'Ah! shouted Tchertop-hanov, of yourself, of yourself you have come to your death! So, there! In the twinkling of an eye he had snatched out his pistol, drawn the trigger, turned the muzzle on Malek-Adel's brow, fired....
On seeing the sudden apparition of his 'benefactor's' dishevelled, wild-looking figure, the Jew, who was standing behind Perfishka's back, tried to give them the slip; but Tchertop-hanov, in two bounds, was upon him, and like a tiger flew at his throat.
For more than two hours Tchertop-hanov wandered up and down his room. 'Perfishka! he called peremptorily all of a sudden, 'run this minute to the tavern; fetch a gallon of vodka! Do you hear? A gallon, and look sharp! I want the vodka here this very second on the table! The vodka was not long in making its appearance on Panteley Eremyitch's table, and he began drinking.
That this worthless jade was not Malek-Adel; that between him and Malek-Adel there was not the smallest resemblance; that any man of the slightest sense would have seen this from the first minute; that he, Tchertop-hanov, had been taken in in the vulgarest way no! that he purposely, of set intent, tricked himself, blinded his own eyes of all this he had not now the faintest doubt!
Tchertop-hanov jumped up swiftly and seized Masha from behind by her two elbows. 'You are going away like this, serpent, to Yaff! 'Good-bye! Masha repeated sharply and significantly; she tore herself away and walked off.
'The saddle I don't want, Tchertop-hanov blurted out abruptly. 'Take the saddle do you hear? 'To be sure, to be sure, I will take it, faltered the delighted Jew, shouldering the saddle. 'And the money, Tchertop-hanov pursued... 'in six months. And not two hundred, but two hundred and fifty. Not a word! Two hundred and fifty, I tell you! to my account.
Masha's conduct was consequently even more unexpected for him; it made almost a deeper impression on him than on Tchertop-hanov himself. With his natural sweetness and diffidence, he gave utterance to nothing but the tenderest sympathy with his friend, and the most painful perplexity... but it crushed and made havoc of everything in him.
'What? asked Masha, rapidly knitting her brows. 'When you're asked, Tchertop-hanov went on, with some embarrassment. 'Oh! She went out, soon came back with jam and vodka, and again sat by the window. There was still a line to be seen on her forehead; the two eyebrows rose and drooped like a wasp's antennae.... Have you ever noticed, reader, what a wicked face the wasp has?
Grey horses get lighter in colour! 'Gallop, gallop on, accursed brute! You can never gallop away from that word! Tchertop-hanov flew home, and again locked himself up.
'Masha! cried Tchertop-hanov, striking himself a blow on the chest with his fist; 'there, stop it; hush, you have tortured me... now, it's enough! O my God! think only what Tisha will say; you might have pity on him, at least! 'Remember me to Tihon Ivanitch, and tell him... Tchertop-hanov wrung his hands. 'No, you are talking nonsense you are not going! Your Yaff may wait for you in vain!
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