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Updated: June 13, 2025
But when, on coming in from the kennels, where, in his huntsman's words, the last two hounds 'had departed, he met a servant girl who, in a trembling voice, informed him that Marya Akinfyevna sent him her greetings, and left word that she wished him every happiness, but she was not coming back to him any more; Tchertop-hanov, after reeling round where he stood and uttering a hoarse yell, rushed at once after the runaway, snatching up his pistol as he went.
The rising wind confused and blended all sounds together. Tchertop-hanov too slowly clambered out of the ravine, reached the forest, and made his way along the road homewards.
'Your ex-shelency, defend me, save me! the unhappy Jew was faltering meanwhile, his whole body squeezed up against Tchertop-hanov's foot; 'or they will murder me, they will murder me, your ex-shelency! 'What have they against you? asked Tchertop-hanov. 'I can't tell, so help me God!
This mood had come upon her before, but had never lasted long: Tchertop-hanov knew that, and so he neither worried himself nor worried her.
This is the same one; this is Malek-Adel.... I found him. The fellow's raving!.... 'Ay! ay! ay! responded the deacon emphatically with a sort of drawl, drumming with his fingers in his beard, and eyeing Tchertop-hanov with his bright eager eyes: 'How's that, sir? Your horse, God help my memory, was stolen a fortnight before Intercession last year, and now we're near the end of November.
Pat him on the neck! yes, yes, he-he-he-he! like this, like this! Tchertop-hanov, with apparent reluctance, laid his hand on the horse's neck, gave it a pat or two, then passed his fingers from the forelock along the spine, and when he had reached a certain spot above the kidneys, like a connoisseur, he lightly pressed that spot.
If he's hidden in the earth we'll follow him! If he's gone to the devil, we'll follow him to Satan himself! 'Oh, why to Satan? observed the Jew; 'we can do without him. 'Leyba! Tchertop-hanov went on; 'Leyba, though you're a Jew, and your creed's an accursed one, you've a soul better than many a Christian soul! Have pity on me! I can't go alone; alone I can never carry the thing through.
And the guiltless guilty one followed in a submissive trot behind his back.... But there was no pity for him in Tchertop-hanov's heart. Not far from the forest to which he was leading his horse there stretched a small ravine, half overgrown with young oak bushes. Tchertop-hanov went down into it.... Malek-Adel stumbled and almost fell on him.
'Why have you killed this Jew? Tchertop-hanov shouted at the top of his voice, brandishing his riding-whip menacingly. The crowd faintly roared in response. One peasant was rubbing his shoulder, another his side, a third his nose. 'You're pretty free with your whip! was heard in the back rows. 'Why have you killed the Jew, you christened Pagans? repeated Tchertop-hanov.
Once some hunting landowner even gave chase to him with all his suite; he saw Tchertop-hanov was getting away, and he began shouting after him with all his might, as he galloped at full speed: 'Hey, you! Here! Take what you like for your horse! I wouldn't grudge a thousand! I'd give my wife, my children! Take my last farthing! Tchertop-hanov suddenly reined in Malek-Adel.
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