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Updated: June 13, 2025
No one, of course, visited him... and with all this he was a good-hearted, even a great-hearted man in his own way; acts of injustice, of oppression, he would not brook even against strangers; he stood up for his own peasants like a rock. 'What? he would say, with a violent blow on his own head: 'touch my people, mine? My name's not Tchertop-hanov, if I...
Tchertop-hanov showed the Jew the hoofprints at the fence, and all at once he slapped his thighs. 'Stay! he cried. 'Where did you buy the horse? 'In the district of Maloarchangel, at Verhosensky Fair, answered the Jew. 'Of whom? 'A Cossack. Stay! This Cossack; was he a young man or old? 'Middle-aged a steady man. 'And what was he like? What did he look like? A cunning rascal, I expect?
The watchman ran up to him when he began to open the door, but he shouted to him: 'It's I! Are you blind? Get out! The watchman moved a little aside. 'Get out and go to bed! Tchertop-hanov shouted at him again: 'there's nothing for you to guard here! A mighty wonder, a treasure indeed to watch over! He went into the stable. Malek-Adel... the spurious Malek-Adel, was lying on his litter.
'Ah, here you are, you tailless ape! thundered Tchertop-hanov; he jumped on to the sofa, and with a blow of his fist burst a big hole in the taut canvas.
I'll starve before I'll give up Malek-Adel! He was greatly perturbed and even downcast; but at this juncture Fate, for the first and last time, was pitiful and smiled upon him; some distant kinswoman, whose very name was unknown to Tchertop-hanov, left him in her will a sum immense in his eyes no less than two thousand roubles!
Malek-Adel! he ran straight into the open country. Perfishka remained standing bewildered at the fence. The ring of light from the lantern was soon lost to his eyes, swallowed up in the dense darkness of a starless, moonless night. Fainter and fainter came the sound of the despairing cries of Tchertop-hanov.... It was daylight when he came home again. He hardly looked like a human being.
'Panteley Eremyitch of the ancient hereditary nobility is dying: who can hinder him? He owes no man anything, asks nothing from any one.... Leave him, people! Go! The hand holding the whip tried to lift it... In vain! The lips cleaved together again, the eyes closed, and as before Tchertop-hanov lay on his comfortless bed, flat as an empty sack, and his feet close together.
Tchertop-hanov uttered a whoop, gave his horse a lash on the neck with the riding-whip, flew straight towards the crowd, and plunging into it, began with the same riding-whip thrashing the peasants to left and to right indiscriminately, shouting in broken tones: 'Lawless brutes! lawless brutes! It's for the law to punish, and not pri-vate per-sons! The law! the law! the law!
Masha threw herself back and laughed merrily; Tchertop-hanov laughed too; Nedopyuskin shrieked with delight. We all revived. The storm had passed off in one flash of lightning... the air was clear again. Half-an-hour later, no one would have recognised us; we were chatting and frolicking like children. Masha was the merriest of all; Tchertop-hanov simply could not take his eyes off her.
He overtook her a mile and a half from his house, near a birch wood, on the high-road to the district town. The sun was sinking on the horizon, and everything was suddenly suffused with purple glow trees, plants, and earth alike. 'To Yaff! to Yaff! groaned Tchertop-hanov directly he caught sight of Masha. 'Going to Yaff! he repeated, running up to her, and almost stumbling at every step.
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