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  “Byyourleave,wearegoingtobedrowned,“theMorduinemurmuredasheglancedattheblueshadowofeventideonourleft。

  Andsimultaneously,asthoughcompassionatingourlot,alargefloegroundeduponthebank,glidedupwardswithacrackingandacrashing,andthereheldfast!

  “Run,allofyou!“cameafuriousshoutfromOssip。

  “Hurryup,now!Putyourverybestlegsforemost!“

  Formyself,asIspranguponthefloeIlostmyfooting,and,fallingheadlongandremainingseatedonthehitherendofthefloeamidashowerofspray,sawfiveofmysevencomradesrushpast,pushingandjostling,astheymadefortheshore。ButpresentlytheMorduineturnedandhaltedbesideme,withtheintentionofrenderingOssipassistance。

  “Run,youyoungfools!“thelatterexclaimed。“Come!Beoffwithyou!“

  Somehowinhisfacetherewasnowalivid,uncertainair,whilehiseyeshadlosttheirfire,andhismouthwascuriouslyagape。

  “No,mate。DoYOUgetup,“wasmycounter-adjuration。

  “Unfortunately,Ihavehurtmyleg,“herepliedwithhisheadbentdown。“Infact,IamnotsurethatIcangetup。“

  However,wecontrivedtoraisehimandcarryhimashorewithanarmofhisrestingoneachofournecks。Meanwhilehegrowledwithchatteringteeth:

  “Aha,youriverdevils!Drownmeifyoucan!ButI’venotgivenyouachance,theLordbethanked!Hi,lookout!Theicewon’tbearthethreeofus。Mindhowyoustep,andchooseplaceswheretheiceisbareofsnow。Thereit’sfirmer。No,abetterplanstillwouldbetoleavemewhereIam。“

  Next,withafrowningscrutinyofmyface,heinquired:

  “Thatnotebookofourmisdeeds——hasn’tithadawettingandgotdonefor?“

  Thatverymoment,aswesteppedfromthestrandedfloeingrounding,ithadcrushedandshatteredasmallboat,suchpartofitaslayinthewatergavealoudcrack,and,swayingtoandfro,andemittingagurglingsound,floatedclearoftherest。

  “Ah!“wastheMorduine’squizzicalcomment。“YOUknewwellenoughwhatneededtobedone。“

  Wet,andchilledtothebone,thoughrelievedinspirit,westeppedashoretofindacrowdoftownspeopleinconversationwithBoevandtheoldsoldier。Andaswedepositedourchargeundertheleaofapileoflogsheshoutedcheerfully:

  “Mates,Makarei’snotebookisdonefor,soakedthrough!“Andsincethenotebookinquestionwasweighinguponmybreastlikeabrick,Ipulleditoutunseen,andhurleditfarintotheriverwithaploplikethatofafrog。

  AsfortheDiatlovs,theylostnotimeinsettingoutinsearchofvodkainthetavernonthehill,andslappedoneanotheronthebackastheyran,andcouldbeheardshouting,“Hurrah,hurrah!“

  Uponthis,atalloldmanwiththebeardofanapostleandtheeyesofabrigandmuttered:

  “Infidels,whydisturbpeacefulfolklikethis?Yououghttobethrashed!“

  WhereuponBoev,whowaschanginghisclothes,retorted:

  “Whatdoyoumeanby’disturb’?“

  “Besides,“putintheoldsoldier,“eventhoughweareChristianslikeyourself,wemightaswellhavebeendrownedforallthatyoudidtohelpus。“

  “Whatcouldwehavedone?“

  MeanwhileOssiphadremainedlyingonthegroundwithonelegstretchedoutatfulllength,andtremuloushandsfumblingathisgreatcoatasunderhisbreathhemuttered:

  “HolyMother,howwetIam!Myclothes,thoughIhaveonlywornthemayear,areruinedforever!“

  Moreover,heseemednowtohaveshrunkenagaininstature——tohavebecomecrumpleduplikeamanrunover。Indeed,ashelayheseemedactuallytobemelting,socontinuouslywashisbulkdecreasinginsize。

  Butsuddenlyheraisedhimselftoasittingposture,groaned,andexclaimedinhigh-pitched,wrathfulaccents:

  “Maythedeviltakeyouall!Beoffwithyoutoyourwashhousesandchurches!Yes,beoff,foritseemsthat,asGodcouldn’tkeepHisholyfestivalwithoutyou,I’vehadtostandwithinanaceofdeathandtospoilmyclothes-yes,allthatyoufellowsshouldbegotoutofyourfix!“

  Nevertheless,themenmerelycontinuedtakingofftheirboots,andwringingouttheirclothes,andconversingwithsundrygaspsandgruntswiththebystanders。SopresentlyOssipresumed:

  “Whatareyouthinkingof,youfools?Thewashhouseisthebestplaceforyou,forifthepolicegetyou,they’llsoonfindyoualodging,andnomistake!“

  Oneofthetownspeopleputinofficiously:

  “Aye,aye。Thepolicehavebeensentfor。“

  AndthisledBoevtoexclaimtoOssip:

  “Whypretendlikethat?“

  “Pretend?I?“

  “Yes——you。“

  “Whatdoyoumean?“

  “Imeanthatitwasyouwhoeggedusontocrosstheriver。“

  “YousaythatitwasI?“

  “Ido。“

  “Indeed?“

  “Aye,“putinBudirinquietly,butincisively。AndhimtheMorduinesupportedbysayinginasullenundertone:

  “Itwasyou,mate。ByGoditwas。Itwouldseemthatyouhaveforgotten。“

  “Yes,youstartedallthisbusiness,“theoldsoldiercorroborated,indour,ponderousaccents。

  “Forgotten,indeed?HE?“wasBoev’sheatedexclamation。

  “Howcanyousaysuchathing?Well,lethimnottrytoshifttheresponsibilityontoothers——that’sall!WE’LLsee,rightenough,thathegoesthroughwithit!“

  TothisOssipmadenoreply,butgazedfrowninglyathisdripping,half-cladmen。

  Allatonce,withacuriousoutburstofmingledsmilesandtearsitwouldbehardtosaywhich,heshruggedhisshoulders,threwuphishands,andmuttered:

  “Yes,itIStrue。Ifitpleaseyou,itwasIthatcontrivedtheidea。“

  “OfCOURSEitwas!“theoldsoldiercriedtriumphantly。

  Ossipturnedhiseyesagaintowheretheriverwasseethinglikeabowlofporridge,and,lettinghiseyesfallwithafrown,continued:

  “InamomentofforgetfulnessIdidit。Yethowisitthatwewerenotalldrowned?Well,youwouldn’tunderstandevenifI

  weretotellyou。No,byGod,youwouldn’t!……Don’tbeangrywithme,mates。Pardonmeforthefestival’ssake,forIamfeelinguneasyofmind。Yes,Iitwasthateggedyouontocrosstheriver,theoldfoolthatIwas!“

  “Aha!“exclaimedBoev。“But,hadIbeendrowned,whatshouldyouhavesaidTHEN?“

  Infact,bythistimeOssipseemedconscioustothefullofthefutilityandthesenselessnessofwhathehaddone:andinhisstateofsliminess,ashesatnoddinghishead,pickingatthesand,lookingatnoone,andemittingatorrentofremorsefulwords,heremindedmestronglyofanew-borncalf。

  AndasIwatchedhimIthoughttomyself:

  “Wherenowistheleaderofmenwhocoulddrawhisfellowsinhistrainwithsomuchcareandskillandauthority?“

  Andintomysoultheretrickledanuneasysenseofsomethinglacking。SeatingmyselfbesideOssipforIdesiredstilltoretainameasureofmylateimpressionofhim,Isaidtohiminanundertone:

  “Soonyouwillbeallrightagain。“

  Withasidewaysglancehemutteredinreply,ashecombedhisbeard:

  “Well,yousawwhathappenedjustnow。Alwaysdothingssohappen。“

  Whileforthebenefitofthemenheadded:

  “Thatwasagoodjestofmine,eh?“

  Thesummitofthehillwhichlaycrouching,likeagreatbeast,onthebrinkoftheriverwasstandingoutclearlyagainstthefastdarkeningsky;whileaclumpoftreesthereonhadgrownblack,andeverywhereblueshadowsofthespringeventidewerecomingintoview,andloomingbetweenthehousetopswherethehouseslaypressedlikescabsagainstthehill’sopaquesurface,andpeeringfromthemoist,redjawsoftheravinewhich,gapingtowardstheriver,seemedasthoughitwerestretchingforthforadraughtofwater。

  Also,bynowtherustlingandcrunchingoftheiceonthesimilarlydarkeningriverwasbeginningtoassumeadeepernote,andattimesafloewouldthrustoneofitsextremitiesintothebankasapigthrustsitssnoutintotheearth,andthereremainmotionlessbeforeoncemorebeginningtosway,tearingitselffree,andfloatingawaydowntheriverasanothersuchfloeglidedintoitsplace。

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