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Updated: May 13, 2025
Tchertop-hanov himself what more can we say? with his own hands plaited his favourite's forelocks and mane, and washed his tail with beer, and even, more than once, rubbed his hoofs with polish. Sometimes he would mount Malek-Adel and ride out, not to see his neighbours he avoided them, as of old but across their lands, past their homesteads... for them, poor fools, to admire him from a distance!
Tchertop-hanov would not even hear anything. There was no help for it; the poor Jew consented. The next day Tchertop-hanov set out from Bezsonovo in a peasant cart, with Leyba.
Like an arrow, Tchertop-hanov flew off his horse, clutched his dagger, ran straddling among the dogs with furious imprecations, snatched the mangled hare from them, and, creasing up his whole face, he buried the dagger in its throat up to the very hilt... buried it, and began hallooing.
On the memorable day when he found Malek-Adel, Tchertop-hanov had felt nothing but rapturous bliss... but the next morning, when, in a low-pitched shed of the inn, he began saddling his recovered joy, beside whom he had spent the whole night, he felt for the first time a certain secret pang.... He only shook his head, but the seed was sown.
'To buy this horse from you... I haven't the means, and as for presents, I not only wouldn't take them from a Jew; I wouldn't take a present from Almighty God Himself! 'As though I would presume to offer you a present, mercy upon me! cried the Jew: 'you buy it, your ex-shelency... and as to the little sum I can wait for it. Tchertop-hanov sank into thought.
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!
Tchertop-hanov was shivering as if he were in a fever; the sweat rolled down his face in drops, and, mingling with his tears, was lost in his moustaches. He pressed Leyba's hands, he besought him, he almost kissed him.... He was in a sort of delirium. The Jew tried to object, to declare that it was utterly impossible for him to get away; that he had business.... It was useless!
And see the ends of the uprights sticking out of the ground; that means someone has pulled them out. Tchertop-hanov ran up with the lantern, moved it about over the ground.... 'Hoofs, hoofs, prints of horse-shoes, fresh prints! he muttered, speaking hurriedly. They took him through here, through here! He instantly leaped over the fence, and with a shout, 'Malek-Adel!
Tchertop-hanov lifted up his head.... Once more a faint, faint neigh was heard. 'That's Malek-Adel neighing! was his thought.... 'It's his neigh. But why so far away? Bless us and save us!... It can't be...
Tchertop-hanov, however, not only failed to respond to his greeting, but was even enraged by it; he was all on fire in a minute: a scurvy Jew dare to ride a magnificent horse like that!... It was positively indecent! 'Hi, you Ethiopian fright! he shouted; 'get off at once, if you don't want to be flung off into the mud!
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