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Authors: IVAN TURGENEV
“But I had no sooner got into bed than there was a commotion again. He was scraping on the floor and scratching himself and shaking his ears ... the usual thing, in fact. Very good! I lay still and waited to see what would happen. I heard the old man wake up. ‘Sir,’ he said, ‘hey, sir.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Did you put out the lamp?’ But without waiting for my answer, he burst out all at once. ‘What’s that? What’s that, a dog? A dog! Ah, you vile heretic!’ ‘Wait a bit, old man, before you scold,’ I said. ‘You had better come here yourself. Things are happening,’ I said, ‘that may well make you wonder.’ The old man stirred behind the partition and came in to me, with a candle, a very, very thin one, made of yellow wax; I was surprised when I looked at him! He looked bristling all over, with hairy ears and eyes as fierce as a weasel’s; he had on a white woollen night cap, a beard to his waist, white; too, and a waistcoat with copper buttons on it over his shirt and fur boots on his feet and he smelt of juniper. In this attire he approached the ikons, crossed himself three times with his two fingers crossed, lighted the lamp, crossed himself again and, turning to me, just grunted: ‘Explain!’ And thereupon, without delay, I told him all that had happened. The old man listened to my account and did not drop one word, simply shook his head. Then he sat down on my bed and still said nothing. He scratched his chest, the back of his head and so on and said nothing. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘Fedul Ivanitch, what do you think? Is it some devil’s sorcery or what?’ The old man looked at me. ‘What an idea! Devil’s sorcery! A tobacco - smoker like you might well have that at home, but not here. Only think what holiness there is here! Sorcery, indeed!’ ‘And if it is not sorcery, what is it, then?’ The old man was silent again; again he scratched himself and said at last, but in a muffled voice, for his moustache was all over his mouth: ‘You go to the town of Belyov. There is no one who can help you but one man. And that man lives in Belyov. He is one of our people. If he is willing to help you, you are lucky; if he is not, nothing can be done.’ ‘And how am I to find this man?’ I said. ‘I can direct you about that,’ he answered; ‘but how can it be sorcery? It is an apparition, or rather an indication; but you cannot comprehend it, it is beyond your understanding. Lie down to sleep now with the blessing of our Lord Christ; I will burn incense and in the morning we will converse. Morning, you know, brings wisdom.’
“Well, we did converse in the morning, only I was almost stifled by that incense. And this was the counsel the old man gave me: that when I reached Belyov I should go into the market place and ask in the second shop on the right for one Prohoritch, and when I had found Prohoritch, put into his hand a writing and the writing consisted of a scrap of paper, on which stood the following words: ‘In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen. To Sergey Prohorovitch Pervushin. Trust this man. Feduly Ivanitch.’ And below, ‘Send the cabbages, for God’s sake.’
“I thanked the old man and without further discussion ordered my carriage and drove to Belyov. For I reflected, that though I suffered no harm from my nocturnal visitor, yet it was uncanny and in fact not quite the thing for a nobleman and an officer -
- what do you think?”
“And did you really go to Belyov?” murmured Finoplentov.
“Straight to Belyov. I went into the market place and asked at the second shop on the right for Prohoritch. ‘Is there such a person?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ they told me. ‘And where does he live?’ ‘By the Oka, beyond the market gardens.’ ‘In whose house?’ ‘In his own.’ I went to the Oka, found his house, though it was really not a house but simply a hovel. I saw a man wearing a blue patched coat and a ragged cap, well ... he looked like a working - man, he was standing with his back to me, digging among his cabbages. I went up to him. ‘Are you so and so?’ I said. He turned round and, I tell you the truth, I have never seen such piercing eyes in my life. Yet the whole face was shrunk up like a little fist with a little wedge - shaped beard and sunken lips. He was an old man. ‘I am so and so,’ he said. ‘What are you
needing
?’ ‘Why, this is what I am
needing
,’ I said, and put the writing in his hand. He looked at me intently and said: ‘Come indoors, I can’t read without spectacles.’
“Well, I went with him into his hut -
- and a hut it certainly was: poor, bare, crooked; only just holding together. On the wall there was an ikon of old workmanship as black as a coal; only the whites of the eyes gleamed in the faces. He took some round spectacles in iron frames out of a little table, put them on his nose, read the writing and looked at me again through the spectacles. ‘You have need of me?’ ‘I certainly have,’ I answered. ‘Well,’ said he, ‘if you have, tell it and we will listen.’ And, only fancy, he sat down and took a checked handkerchief out of his pocket, and spread it out on his knee, and the handkerchief was full of holes, and he looked at me with as much dignity as though he were a senator or a minister, and he did not ask me to sit down. And what was still stranger, I felt all at once awe - stricken, so awe - stricken ... my soul sank into my heels. He pierced me through with his eyes and that’s the fact! I pulled myself together, however, and told him all my story. He was silent for a space, shrank into himself, chewed his lips and then questioned me just like a senator again, majestically, without haste. ‘What is your name?’ he asked. ‘Your age? What were your parents? Are you single or married?’ Then again he munched his lips, frowned, held up his finger and spoke: ‘Bow down to the holy ikon, to the honourable Saints Zossima and Savvaty of Solovki.’ I bowed down to the earth and did not get up in a hurry; I felt such awe for the man and such submission that I believe that whatever he had told me to do I should have done it on the spot! ... I see you are grinning, gentlemen, but I was in no laughing mood then, I assure you. ‘Get up, sir,’ said he at last. ‘I can help you. This is not sent you as a chastisement, but as a warning; it is for your protection; someone is praying for your welfare. Go to the market now and buy a young dog and keep it by you day and night. Your visions will leave you and, moreover, that dog will be of use to you.’
“I felt as though light dawned upon me, all at once; how those words delighted me. I bowed down to Prohoritch and would have gone away, when I bethought me that I could not go away without rewarding him. I got a three rouble note out of my pocket. But he thrust my hand away and said, ‘Give it to our chapel, or to the poor; the service I have done you is not to be paid for.’ I bowed down to him again almost to the ground, and set off straight for the market! And only fancy: as soon as I drew near the shops, lo and behold, a man in a frieze overcoat comes sauntering towards me carrying under his arm a two months’ old setter puppy with a reddish brown coat, white lips and white forepaws. ‘Stay,’ I said to the man in the overcoat, ‘what will you sell it for?’ ‘For two roubles.’ Take three!’ The man looked at me in amazement, thought the gentleman had gone out of his wits, but I flung the notes in his face, took the pup under my arm and made for my carriage! The coachman quickly had the horses harnessed and that evening I reached home. The puppy sat inside my coat all the way and did not stir; and I kept calling him, ‘Little Trésor! Little Trésor!’ I gave him food and drink at once. I had some straw brought in, settled him and whisked into bed! I blew out the candle: it was dark. ‘Well, now begin,’ said I. There was silence. ‘Begin,’ said I, ‘you so and so!’... Not a sound, as though to mock me. Well, I began to feel so set up that I fell to calling it all sorts of names. But still there was not a sound! I could only hear the puppy panting! Filka,’ I cried, ‘Filka! Come here, you stupid!’ He came in. ‘Do you hear the dog?’ ‘No, sir,’ said he, ‘I hear nothing,’ and he laughed. ‘And you won’t hear it ever again,’ said I. ‘Here’s half a rouble for vodka!’ ‘Let me kiss your hand,’ said the foolish fellow, and he stooped down to me in the darkness.... It was a great relief, I must tell you.”
“And was that how it all ended?” asked Anton Stepanitch, this time without irony.
“The apparitions ended certainly and I was not disturbed in any way, but wait a bit, the whole business was not over yet. My Trésor grew, he turned into a fine fellow. He was heavy, with flopping ears and overhanging lip and a thick tail; a regular sporting dog. And he was extremely attached to me, too. The shooting in our district is poor, however, as I had set up a dog, I got a gun, too. I took to sauntering round the neighbourhood with my Trésor: sometimes one would hit a hare (and didn’t he go after that hare, upon my soul), sometimes a quail, or a duck. But the great thing was that Trésor was never a step away from me. Where I went, he went; I even took him to the bath with me, I did really! One lady actually tried to get me turned out of her drawing - room on account of Trésor, but I made such an uproar! The windows I broke! Well, one day ... it was in summer ... and I must tell you there was a drought at the time such as nobody remembered. The air was full of smoke or haze. There was a smell of burning, the sun was like a molten bullet, and as for the dust there was no getting it out of one’s nose and throat. People walked with their mouths wide open like crows. I got weary of sitting at home in complete deshabille, with shutters closed; and luckily the heat was beginning to abate a little.... So I went off, gentlemen, to see a lady, a neighbour of mine. She lived about three - quarters of a mile away -
- and she certainly was a benevolent lady. She was still young and blooming and of most prepossessing appearance; but she was of rather uncertain temper. Though that is no harm in the fair sex; it even gives me pleasure.... Well, I reached her door, and I did feel that I had had a hot time of it getting there! Well, I thought, Nimfodora Semyonovna will regale me now with bilberry water and other cooling drinks -
- and I had already taken hold of the doorhandle when all at once there was the tramping of feet and shrieking, and shouting of boys from round the corner of a hut in the courtyard.... I looked round. Good heavens! A huge reddish beast was rushing straight towards me; at the first glance I did not recognise it as a dog: its jaws were open, its eyes were bloodshot, its coat was bristling.... I had not time to take breath before the monster bounded up the steps, stood upon its hind legs and made straight for my chest -
- it was a position! I was numb with terror and could not lift my arms. I was completely stupefied.... I could see nothing but the terrible white tusks just before my nose, the red tongue all covered with white foam. But at the same instant, another dark body was whisking before me like a ball -
- it was my darling Trésor defending me; and he hung like a leech on the brute’s throat! The creature wheezed, grated its teeth and staggered back. I instantly flung open the door and got into the hall.... I stood hardly knowing what I was doing with my whole weight on the door, and heard a desperate battle going on outside. I began shouting and calling for help; everyone in the house was terribly upset. Nimfodora Semyonovna ran out with her hair down, the voices in the yard grew louder -
- and all at once I heard: ‘Hold the gate, hold it, fasten it!’ I opened the door -
- just a crack, and looked out: the monster was no longer on the steps, the servants were rushing about the yard in confusion waving their hands and picking up bits of wood from the ground; they were quite crazy. ‘To the village, it has run off to the village,’ shrieked a peasant woman in a cap of extraordinary size poking her head out of a dormer window. I went out of the house.
“‘Where is my Trésor?’ I asked and at once I saw my saviour. He was coming from the gate limping, covered with wounds and with blood.... ‘What’s the meaning of it?’ I asked the servants who were dashing about the yard as though possessed. ‘A mad dog!’ they answered, ‘the count’s; it’s been hanging about here since yesterday.’
“We had a neighbour, a count, who bred very fierce foreign dogs. My knees shook; I rushed to a looking - glass and looked to see whether I had been bitten. No, thank God, there was nothing to be seen; only my countenance naturally looked green; while Nimfodora Semyonovna was lying on the sofa and cackling like a hen. Well, that one could quite understand, in the first place nerves, in the second sensibility. She came to herself at last, though, and asked me whether I were alive. I answered that I was and that Trésor had saved me. ‘Ah,’ she said, ‘what a noble creature! and so the mad dog has strangled him?’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘it has not strangled him, but has wounded him seriously.’ ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘in that case he must be shot this minute!’ ‘Oh, no,’ I said, ‘I won’t agree to that. I shall try to cure him....’ At that moment Trésor began scratching at the door. I was about to go and open it for him. ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘what are you doing, why, it will bite us all.’ ‘Upon my word,’ I said, ‘the poison does not act so quickly.’ ‘Oh, how can you?’ she said. ‘Why, you have taken leave of your senses!’ ‘Nimfotchka,’ I said, ‘calm yourself, be reasonable....’ But she suddenly cried, ‘Go away at once with your horrid dog.’ ‘I will go away,’ said I. ‘At once,’ she said, ‘this second! Get along with you,’ she said, ‘you villain, and never dare to let me set eyes on you again. You may go mad yourself!’ ‘Very good,’ said I, ‘only let me have a carriage for I am afraid to go home on foot now.’ ‘Give him the carriage, the coach, the chaise, what he likes, only let him be gone quickly. Oh, what eyes! Oh, what eyes he has!’ and with those words she whisked out of the room and gave a maid who met her a slap in the face -
- and I heard her in hysterics again.
“And you may not believe me, gentlemen, but that very day I broke off all acquaintance with Nimfodora Semyonovna; on mature consideration of everything, I am bound to add that for that circumstance, too, I shall owe a debt of gratitude to my friend Trésor to the hour of my death.