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Several times Semyon and I lost each other, in spite of the fact that we kept calling to each other and hallooing and at frequent intervals shouted I: "Tyeglev! Ilya Stepanitch!" and Semyon: "Mr. Tyeglev! Your honour!" The fog so bewildered us that we wandered about as though in a dream; soon we were both hoarse; the fog penetrated right into one's chest.
Seeing that this no longer acted, after an interval I pretended to wake up and, looking at Tyeglev, assumed an air of astonishment. "Have you been out?" I asked. "Yes," he answered unconcernedly. "Did you still hear the knocking?" "Yes." "And you met no one?" "No." "And did the knocking stop?" "I don't know. I don't care now." "Now? Why now?" Tyeglev did not answer.
My brother lodged not at Krasnoe Selo itself but in one of the neighbouring villages; I stayed with him more than once and made the acquaintance of all his comrades. He was living in a fairly decent cottage, together with another officer of his battery, whose name was Ilya Stepanitch Tyeglev. I became particularly friendly with him.
"Ilya Stepanitch, come in," I said, and I looked round. But no Ilya Stepanitch was with me. Tyeglev had vanished as though he had sunk into the earth. I went into the hut feeling dazed. Vexation with Tyeglev and with myself succeeded the amazement with which I was overcome at first. "Your master is mad!" I blurted out to Semyon, "raving mad!
My voice died away near me without an answer; it seemed as though the fog would not let it go further. "Tyeglev!" I repeated. No one answered. I went forward at random. Twice I struck against a fence, once I nearly fell into a ditch, and almost stumbled against a peasant's horse lying on the ground. "Tyeglev! Tyeglev!" I cried. All at once, almost behind me, I heard a low voice, "Well, here I am.
But Tyeglev had evidently been pleased with the phrase: he had made use in it of the accumulation of epithets and amplifications a la Marlinsky, at that time in fashion.
But almost all the pages had been torn out; only one was left on which there was the following calculation: Napoleon was born Ilya Tyeglev was born on August 15th, 1769. on January 7th, 1811. 1769 1811 15 7 8* 1+ Total 1792 Total 1819 * August the 8th month + January the 1st month of the year. of the year. 1 1 7 8 9 1 2 9 Total 19! Total 19!
With these thoughts I fell into a sound sleep and when I opened my eyes the sun was already high in the sky and Tyeglev was not in the hut. He had, so his servant said, gone to the town. I spent a very dull and wearisome day. Tyeglev did not return to dinner nor to supper; I did not expect my brother. Towards evening a thick fog came on again, thicker even than the day before.
Tyeglev was in sight at the spot where I left him. I went towards him. "You will call in vain," he said. "That voice has come to us to me from far away." He passed his hand over his face and with slow steps crossed the road towards the hut. But I did not want to give in so quickly and went back into the kitchen garden.
To tell the truth, this last letter of poor Tyeglev was somewhat vulgar; and I can fancy the contemptuous surprise of the great personage to whom it was addressed I can imagine the tone in which he would pronounce "a worthless officer! ill weeds are cleared out of the field!" Only at the very end of the letter there was a sincere note from Tyeglev's heart.
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