Leo Tolstoy: The Complete Novels and Novellas. Leo Tolstoy

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      ‘Drink!’ he shouted.

      ‘We too, Girich and I, rode out late one night...’ began Eroshka.

      ‘Oh bother, we’ll never hear the end of you!’ said Lukashka. ‘I am going.’ And having emptied his cup and tightened the strap of his belt he went out.

Chapter 38

      It was already dark when Lukashka went out into the street. The autumn night was fresh and calm. The full golden moon floated up behind the tall dark poplars that grew on one side of the square. From the chimneys of the outhouses smoke rose and spread above the village, mingling with the mist. Here and there lights shone through the windows, and the air was laden with the smell of kisyak, grape-pulp, and mist. The sounds of voices, laughter, songs, and the cracking of seeds mingled just as they had done in the daytime, but were now more distinct. Clusters of white kerchiefs and caps gleamed through the darkness near the houses and by the fences.

      In the square, before the shop door which was lit up and open, the black and white figures of Cossack men and maids showed through the darkness, and one heard from afar their loud songs and laughter and talk. The girls, hand in hand, went round and round in a circle stepping lightly in the dusty square. A skinny girl, the plainest of them all, set the tune:

      ‘From beyond the wood, from the forest dark,

      From the garden green and the shady park,

      There came out one day two young lads so gay.

      Young bachelors, hey! brave and smart were they!

      And they walked and walked, then stood still, each man,

      And they talked and soon to dispute began!

      Then a maid came out; as she came along,

      Said, “To one of you I shall soon belong!”

      ‘Twas the fair-faced lad got the maiden fair,

      Yes, the fair-faced lad with the golden hair!

      Her right hand so white in his own took he,

      And he led her round for his mates to see!

      And said, “Have you ever in all your life,

      Met a lass as fair as my sweet little wife?”‘

      The old women stood round listening to the songs. The little boys and girls ran about chasing one another in the dark. The men stood by, catching at the girls as the latter moved round, and sometimes breaking the ring and entering it. On the dark side of the doorway stood Beletski and Olenin, in their Circassian coats and sheepskin caps, and talked together in a style of speech unlike that of the Cossacks, in low but distinct tones, conscious that they were attracting attention. Next to one another in the khorovod circle moved plump little Ustenka in her red beshmet and the stately Maryanka in her new smock and beshmet. Olenin and Beletski were discussing how to snatch Ustenka and Maryanka out of the ring. Beletski thought that Olenin wished only to amuse himself, but Olenin was expecting his fate to be decided. He wanted at any cost to see Maryanka alone that very day and to tell her everything, and ask her whether she could and would be his wife. Although that question had long been answered in the negative in his own mind, he hoped he would be able to tell her all he felt, and that she would understand him.

      ‘Why did you not tell me sooner?’ said Beletski. ‘I would have got Ustenka to arrange it for you. You are such a queer fellow!...’

      ‘What’s to be done!... Some day, very soon, I’ll tell you all about it. Only now, for Heaven’s sake, arrange so that she should come to Ustenka’s.’

      ‘All right, that’s easily done! Well, Maryanka, will you belong to the “fair-faced lad”, and not to Lukashka?’ said Beletski, speaking to Maryanka first for propriety’s sake, but having received no reply he went up to Ustenka and begged her to bring Maryanka home with her. He had hardly time to finish what he was saying before the leader began another song and the girls started pulling each other round in the ring by the hand.

      They sang:

      “Past the garden, by the garden,

      A young man came strolling down,

      Up the street and through the town.

      And the first time as he passed

      He did wave his strong right hand.

      As the second time he passed

      Waved his hat with silken band.

      But the third time as he went

      He stood still: before her bent.

      “How is it that thou, my dear,

      My reproaches dost not fear?

      In the park don’t come to walk

      That we there might have a talk?

      Come now, answer me, my dear,

      Dost thou hold me in contempt?

      Later on, thou knowest, dear,

      Thou’lt get sober and repent.

      Soon to woo thee I will come,

      And when we shall married be

      Thou wilt weep because of me!”

      “Though I knew what to reply,

      Yet I dared not him deny,

      No, I dared not him deny!

      So into the park went I,

      In the park my lad to meet,

      There my dear one I did greet.”

      “Maiden dear, I bow to thee!

      Take this handkerchief from me.

      In thy white hand take it, see!

      Say I am beloved by thee.

      I don’t know at all, I fear,

      What I am to give thee, dear!

      To my dear I think I will

      Of a shawl a present make —

      And five kisses for it take.”‘

      Lukashka and Nazarka broke into the ring and started walking about among the girls. Lukashka joined in the singing, taking seconds in his clear voice as he walked in the middle of the ring swinging his arms. ‘Well, come in, one of you!’ he said. The other girls pushed Maryanka, but she would not enter СКАЧАТЬ