。 I bent down to see what it was； and； by the light of the moon； which now shone right upon the road； I perceived that it was a pig which had been cut in two with a sabre。 。 。 I had hardly time to examine it before I heard the sound of steps； and two Cossacks came running out of a byway。 One of them came up to me and enquired whether I had seen a drunken Cossack chasing a pig。 I informed him that I had not met the Cossack and pointed to the unhappy victim of his rabid bravery。
〃The scoundrel！〃 said the second Cossack。 〃No sooner does he drink his fill of chikhir＇1＇ than off he goes and cuts up anything that comes in his way。 Let us be after him； Eremeich； we must tie him up or else〃 。 。 。
＇1＇ A Caucasian wine。
They took themselves off； and I continued my way with greater caution； and at length arrived at my lodgings without mishap。
I was living with a certain old Cossack under… officer whom I loved； not only on account of his kindly disposition； but also； and more especially； on account of his pretty daughter； Nastya。
Wrapped up in a sheepskin coat she was waiting for me； as usual； by the wicket gate。 The moon illumined her charming little lips； now turned blue by the cold of the night。 Recognizing me she smiled； but I was in no mood to linger with her。
〃Good night； Nastya！〃 I said； and passed on。
She was about to make some answer； but only sighed。
I fastened the door of my room after me； lighted a candle； and threw myself on the bed； but； on that occasion； slumber caused its presence to be awaited longer than usual。 By the time I fell asleep the east was beginning to grow pale； but I was evidently predestined not to have my sleep out。 At four o'clock in the morning two fists knocked at my window。 I sprang up。
〃What is the matter？〃
〃Get up dress yourself！〃
I dressed hurriedly and went out。
〃Do you know what has happened？〃 said three officers who had come for me； speaking all in one voice。
They were deadly pale。
〃No； what is it？〃
〃Vulich has been murdered！〃
I was petrified。
〃Yes； murdered！〃 they continued。 〃Let us lose no time and go！〃
〃But where to？〃
〃You will learn as we go。〃
We set off。 They told me all that had hap… pened； supplementing their story with a variety of observations on the subject of the strange predestination which had saved Vulich from imminent death half an hour before he actually met his end。
Vulich had been walking alone along a dark street； and the drunken Cossack who had cut up the pig had sprung out upon him； and perhaps would have passed him by without noticing him； had not Vulich stopped suddenly and said：
〃Whom are you looking for； my man？〃
〃You！〃 answered the Cossack； striking him with his sabre； and he cleft him from the shoulder almost to the heart。 。 。
The two Cossacks who had met me and followed the murderer had arrived on the scene and raised the wounded man from the ground。 But he was already as his last gasp and said these three words only 〃he was right！〃
I alone understood the dark significance of those words： they referred to me。 I had involuntarily foretold his fate to poor Vulich。 My instinct had not deceived me； I had indeed read on his changed countenance the signs of approaching death。
The murderer had locked himself up in an empty hut at the end of the village； and thither we went。 A number of women； all of them weeping； were running in the same direction； at times a belated Cossack； hastily buckling on his dagger； sprang out into the street and overtook us at a run。 The tumult was dreadful。
At length we arrived on the scene and found a crowd standing around the hut； the door and shutters of which were locked on the inside。 Groups of officers and Cossacks were engaged in heated discussions； the women were shrieking； wailing and talking all in one breath。 One of the old women struck my attention by her meaning looks and the frantic despair expressed upon her face。 She was sitting on a thick plank； leaning her elbows on her knees and supporting her head with her hands。 It was the mother of the murderer。 At times her lips moved。 。 。 Was it a prayer they were whispering； or a curse？
Meanwhile it was necessary to decide upon some course of action and to seize the criminal。 Nobody； however； made bold to be the first to rush forward。
I went up to the window and looked in through a chink in the shutter。 The criminal； pale of face； was lying on the floor； holding a pistol in his right hand。 The blood…stained sabre was beside him。 His expressive eyes were rolling in terror； at times he shuddered and clutched at his head； as if indistinctly recalling the events of yesterday。 I could not read any sign of great determination in that uneasy glance of his； and I told the major that it would be better at once to give orders to the Cossacks to burst open the door and rush in； than to wait until the murderer had quite recovered his senses。
At that moment the old captain of the Cossacks went up to the door and called the murderer by name。 The latter answered back。
〃You have committed a sin； brother Ephi… mych！〃 said the captain； 〃so all you can do now is to submit。〃
〃I will not submit！〃 answered the Cossack。
〃Have you no fear of God！ You see； you are not one of those cursed Chechenes； but an honest Christian！ Come； if you have done it in an unguarded moment there is no help for it！ You cannot escape your fate！〃
〃I will not submit！〃 exclaimed the Cossack menacingly； and we could hear the snap of the cocked trigger。
〃Hey； my good woman！〃 said the Cossack captain to the old woman。 〃Say a word to your son perhaps he will lend an ear to you。 。 。 You see； to go on like this is only to make God angry。 And look； the gentlemen here have already been waiting two hours。〃
The old woman gazed fixedly at him and shook her head。
〃Vasili Petrovich；〃 said the captain； going up to the major； 〃he will not surrender。 I know him！ If it comes to smashing in the door he will strike down several of our men。 Would it not be better if you ordered him to be shot？ There is a wide chink in the shutter。〃
At that moment a strange idea flashed through my head like Vulich I proposed to put fate to the test。
〃Wait；〃 I said to the major； 〃I will take him alive。〃
Bidding the captain enter into a conversation with the murderer and setting three Cossacks at the door ready to force it open and rush to my aid at a given signal； I walked round the hut and approached the fatal window。 My heart was beating violently。
〃Aha； you cursed wretch！〃 cried the captain。 〃Are you laughing at us； eh？ Or do you think that we won't be able to get the better of you？〃
He began to knock at the door with all his might。 Putting my eye to the chink； I followed the movements of the Cossack； who was not expecting an attack from that direction。 I pulled the shutter away suddenly and threw myself in at the window； head foremost。 A shot rang out right over my ear； and the bullet tore off one of my epaulettes。 But the smoke which filled the room prevented my adversary from finding the sabre which was lying beside him。 I seized him by the arms； the Cossacks burst in； and three minutes had not elapsed before they had the criminal bound and led off under escort。
The people dispersed； the officers congratulated me and indeed there was cause for congratula… tion。
After all that； it would hardly seem possible to avoid becoming a fatalist？ But who knows for certain whether he is convinced of anything or not？ And how often is a deception of the senses or an error of the reason accepted as a conviction！ 。 。 。 I prefer to doubt everything。 Such a disposition is no bar to decision of character； on the contrary； so far as I am concerned； I always advance more boldly when I do not know what is awaiting me。 You see； nothing can happen worse than death and from death there is no escape。
On my return to the fortress I related to Maksim Maksimych all that I had seen and experienced； and I sought to learn his opinion on the subject of predestination。
At first he did not understand the word。 I explained it to him as well as I could； and then he said； with a significant shake of the head：
〃Yes； sir； of course！ It was a very ingenious trick！ However； these Asiatic pistols often miss fire if they are badly oiled or if you don't press hard enough on the trigger。 I confess I don't like the Circassian carbines either。 Some… how or other they don't suit the like of us： the butt end is so small； and any minute you may get your nose burnt！ On the other hand； their sabres； now well； all I need say is； my best respects to them！〃
Afterwards he said； on reflecting a little：
〃Yes； it is a pity about the poor fellow！ The devil must have put it into his head to start a conversation with a drunken man at night！ However； it is evident that fate had written it so at his birth！〃
I could not get anything more out of Maksim Maksimych； generally speaking； he had no liking for metaphysical disputations。
BOOK V THE THIRD EXTRACT FROM PECHORIN'S DIARY
PRINCESS MARY
CHAPTER I
11th May。
YESTERDAY I arrived at Pyatigorsk。 I have engaged lodgings at the extreme end of the town； the highest part； at the foot of Mount Mashuk： during a storm the clouds will descend on to the roof of my dwelling。
This morning at five o'clock； when I opened my window； the room was filled with the fra… grance of the flowers growing in the modest little front…garden。 Branches of bloom…laden bird… cherry trees peep in at my window； and now and again the breeze bestrews my writing…table with their white petals。 The view which meets my gaze on three sides is wonderful： westward towers five…peaked Beshtau； blue as 〃the last cloud of a dispersed storm；〃＇1＇ and northward rises Mashuk； like a shaggy Persian cap； shutting in the whole of that quarter of the horizon。 Eastward the outlook is more cheery： down below are dis… played the varied hues of the brand…new； spotlessly clean； little town； with its murmuring； health… giving springs and its babbling； many…tongued throng。 Yonder； further away； the mountains tower up in an amphitheatre； ever bluer and mistier； and； at the edge of the horizon； stretches the silver chain of snow…clad summi