Vovchok, Marko
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At twilight, the old minstrel and his young companion found themselves in sight of the Russian camp, whose tents, pitched on a hill, were arranged in rows, one above the other, on the flowery slopes until they reached the very top. The shades of evening began to spread over the earth; some streaks of red still brightened the horizon. The camp was quiet. The fatigue of the last battle had subdued all noise. The sentinels, gilded by the last rays of the setting sun, were so motionless at their posts…- 47.4 K • Completed
- They began to descend this narrow little stairway, which shook and trembled beneath them. Maroussia paid no attention to the way in which the floor had opened. She did not know that it was closed until she found herself in darkness; the farther they descended the colder the air became. The sun had never penetrated this deep cellar. The little girl felt a firm strong hand supporting her in the difficult places. Finally, they reached the last step. Knich then took her by the hand, and they began to…
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- While the piercing eyes of Tarass followed Ivan galloping away over the high grass, Maroussia’s glances were turned toward the old farmer. Old Knich stood near the wagon gate and seemed to watch his guest disappear without concealing his joy. It might have been said that it simply gave him pleasure, as it did little Tarass, to witness the rapid course and to hear the neighing of the noble horse which bore away the soldier. With one hand the old farmer patted his dog, which approached him wagging his…
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- It was almost noon, there was no shade; if a little spot could be found under a bushy tree, the warm rays of the sun passing between the leaves, under the old cherry-tree of the court, soon found it out. A golden cobweb swung at each breath of the wind which moved the foliage. For some time, a burning ray had penetrated the window, near which Ivan was sleeping after his copious repast, and had fallen directly on his cheek. His face was very red under the sun’s heat. He felt vaguely that he was being…
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- Going into the court, Maroussia saw her wagon still filled with hay, at the same place where she had left it. Tarass was working with great zeal. He climbed up on the wheel, pulled out the hay by the handfuls from the bundles which he could reach, and gave it to the oxen, that accepted the offering with great dignity. Maroussia fluttered around the wagon like a wounded bird. Tarass, having fed the beasts, began to talk and asked several questions of the new-comer. But Maroussia, entirely occupied…
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- The wagon had scarcely stopped before the door, when a boy, about nine years of age, strong and solid as a tower, red as the dawn, having the look of an eaglet, stepped forward to Maroussia. The determined look of his eyes said: “You are the stranger. It is your business to explain. What do you want?” “Is Mr. Knich at home? ” Maroussia asked. “Then you have come for grandfather? ” said the boy, questioning instead of answering. “Yes, for your grandfather. Is he at home?” “He…
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- Oxen never know how much one is hurried. The wagon advanced too slowly to suit Maroussia; their leisurely steps quickened a little in the midst of the steppe, at the command of their little friend, but they did not go very fast. Their march was cheered by the tranquil light of the last stars, the daylight was just breaking. They could smell the delicious perfume of the flowers. All was calm; from time to time a gunshot, a call, intended to keep the sentinels on the watch, could be heard plainer still…
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- It was still night, but the morning breeze could already be felt. From a convent in the distance they could hear the bell for matins; the reeds on the bank of the river waved and rustled; the waters of the river, until now very quiet, meeting rocks which obstructed their way, began to ripple, boil, and dash with a loud noise into a kind of abyss. “We must turn to the left,” said Maroussia. Two minutes later they were on the steppe. They had walked thus far on the bank of the river, most of the…
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- “I know a story of brigands which made me think of it,” answered the little girl. “I recalled to my mind how the brigand’s wife escaped in the story, and I said to myself: ‘ We will do the same thing.’” “Since we have a long walk before we reach the stable in the steppe, you will tell me the story on the way, will you not?” “I shall be glad to. But do you wish to go to Tchigurine? Shall I take you there?” “Certainly,” he answered. “But will your father approve of my…
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- Everyone having gone, the mistress of the house went into another room. “Is there any way of reaching Tchigurine?” asked the-traveler. He lowered his voice involuntarily in asking this question, as will happen where we feel that danger may be nearer than we wish to think. “It must be difficult,” answered Danilo, also lowering instinctively his voice. His two friends said nothing, but they blew out two large puffs of smoke from their pipes and knitted their heavy eyebrows. This expressed…
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