teful to her for a few fairly sweet moments； I would give my life for her only I am bored with her。 。 。 Whether I am a fool or a villain I know not； but this is certain； I am also most deserving of pity perhaps more than she。 My soul has been spoiled by the world； my imagination is unquiet； my heart insatiate。 To me everything is of little moment。 I become as easily accus… tomed to grief as to joy； and my life grows emptier day by day。 One expedient only is left to me travel。
〃'As soon as I can； I shall set off but not to Europe。 Heaven forfend！ I shall go to America； to Arabia； to India perchance I shall die some… where on the way。 At any rate； I am convinced that； thanks to storms and bad roads； that last consolation will not quickly be exhausted！'
〃For a long time he went on speaking thus； and his words have remained stamped upon my memory； because it was the first time that I had heard such things from a man of five…and…twenty and Heaven grant it may be the last。 Isn't it astonishing？ Tell me； please；〃 continued the staff…captain； appealing to me。 〃You used to live in the Capital； I think； and that not so very long ago。 Is it possible that the young men there are all like that？〃
I replied that there were a good many people who used the same sort of language； that； prob… ably； there might even be some who spoke in all sincerity； that disillusionment； moreover； like all other vogues； having had its beginning in the higher strata of society； had descended to the lower； where it was being worn threadbare； and that； now； those who were really and truly bored strove to conceal their misfortune as if it were a vice。 The staff…captain did not under… stand these subtleties； shook his head； and smiled slyly。
〃Anyhow； I suppose it was the French who introduced the fashion？〃
〃No； the English。〃
〃Aha； there you are！〃 he answered。 〃They always have been arrant drunkards； you know！〃
Involuntarily I recalled to mind a certain lady； living in Moscow； who used to maintain that Byron was nothing more nor less than a drunkard。 However； the staff…captain's observation was more excusable； in order to abstain from strong drink； he naturally endeavoured to convince himself that all the misfortunes in the world are the result of drunkenness。
CHAPTER X
MEANWHILE the staff…captain continued his story。
〃Kazbich never put in an appearance again； but somehow I don't know why I could not get the idea out of my head that he had had a reason for coming； and that some mischievous scheme was in his mind。
〃Well； one day Pechorin tried to persuade me to go boar…hunting with him。 For a long time I refused。 What novelty was a wild boar to me？
〃However； off he dragged me； all the same。 We took four or five soldiers and set out early in the morning。 Up till ten o'clock we scurried about the reeds and the forest there wasn't a wild beast to be found！
〃'I say； oughtn't we to be going back？' I said。 'What's the use of sticking at it？ It is evident enough that we have happened on an unlucky day！'
〃But； in spite of heat and fatigue； Pechorin didn't like to return empty…handed。 。 。 That is just the kind of man he was； whatever he set his heart on he had to have evidently； in his childhood； he had been spoiled by an indulgent mother。 At last； at midday； we discovered one of those cursed wild boars Bang！ Bang！ No good！ Off it went into the reeds。 That was an unlucky day； to be sure！ 。 。 。 So； after a short rest； we set off homeward。 。 。
〃We rode in silence； side by side； giving the horses their head。 We had almost reached the fortress； and only the brushwood concealed it from view。 Suddenly a shot rang out。 。 。 We glanced at each other； both struck with the self… same suspicion。 。 。 We galloped headlong in the direction of the shot； looked； and saw the soldiers clustered together on the rampart and pointing towards a field； along which a rider was flying at full speed； holding something white across his saddle。 Grigori Aleksandrovich yelled like any Chechene； whipped his gun from its cover； and gave chase I after him。
〃Luckily； thanks to our unsuccessful hunt； our horses were not jaded； they strained under the saddle； and with every moment we drew nearer and nearer。 。 。 At length I recognised Kazbich； only I could not make out what it was that he was holding in front of him。
〃Then I drew level with Pechorin and shouted to him：
〃'It is Kazbich！'
〃He looked at me； nodded； and struck his horse with his whip。
〃At last we were within gunshot of Kazbich。 Whether it was that his horse was jaded or not so good as ours； I don't know； but； in spite of all his efforts； it did not get along very fast。 I fancy at that moment he remembered his Karagyoz！
〃I looked at Pechorin。 He was taking aim as he galloped。 。 。
〃'Don't shoot；' I cried。 'Save the shot！ We will catch up with him as it is。'
〃Oh； these young men！ Always taking fire at the wrong moment！ The shot rang out and the bullet broke one of the horse's hind legs。 It gave a few fiery leaps forward； stumbled； and fell to its knees。 Kazbich sprang off； and then we perceived that it was a woman he was holding in his arms a woman wrapped in a veil。 It was Bela poor Bela！ He shouted something to us in his own language and raised his dagger over her。 。 。 Delay was useless； I fired in my turn； at haphazard。 Probably the bullet struck him in the shoulder； because he dropped his hand suddenly。 When the smoke cleared off； we could see the wounded horse lying on the ground and Bela beside it； but Kazbich； his gun flung away； was clambering like a cat up the cliff； through the brushwood。 I should have liked to have brought him down from there but I hadn't a charge ready。 We jumped off our horses and rushed to Bela。 Poor girl！ She was lying motionless； and the blood was pouring in streams from her wound。 The villain！ If he had struck her to the heart well and good； everything would at least have been finished there and then； but to stab her in the back like that the scoundrel！ She was unconscious。 We tore the veil into strips and bound up the wound as tightly as we could。 In vain Pechorin kissed her cold lips it was impossible to bring her to。
〃Pechorin mounted； I lifted Bela from the ground and somehow managed to place her before him on his saddle； he put his arm round her and we rode back。
〃'Look here； Maksim Maksimych；' said Grigori Aleksandrovich； after a few moments of silence。 'We will never bring her in alive like this。'
〃'True！' I said； and we put our horses to a full gallop。
CHAPTER XI
〃A CROWD was awaiting us at the fortress gate。 Carefully we carried the wounded girl to Pechorin's quarters； and then we sent for the doctor。 The latter was drunk； but he came； examined the wound； and announced that she could not live more than a day。 He was mistaken； though。〃
〃She recovered？〃 I asked the staff…captain； seizing him by the arm； and involuntarily re… joicing。
〃No；〃 he replied； 〃but the doctor was so far mistaken that she lived two days longer。〃
〃Explain； though； how Kazbich made off with her！〃
〃It was like this： in spite of Pechorin's pro… hibition； she went out of the fortress and down to the river。 It was a very hot day； you know； and she sat on a rock and dipped her feet in the water。 Up crept Kazbich； pounced upon her； silenced her； and dragged her into the bushes。 Then he sprang on his horse and made off。 In the meantime she succeeded in crying out； the sentries took the alarm； fired； but wide of the mark； and thereupon we arrived on the scene。〃
〃But what did Kazbich want to carry her off for？〃
〃Good gracious！ Why； everyone knows these Circassians are a race of thieves； they can't keep their hands off anything that is left lying about！ They may not want a thing； but they will steal it； for all that。 Still； you mustn't be too hard on them。 And； besides； he had been in love with her for a long time。〃
〃And Bela died？〃
〃Yes； she died； but she suffered for a long time； and we were fairly knocked up with her； I can tell you。 About ten o'clock in the evening she came to herself。 We were sitting by her bed。 As soon as ever she opened her eyes she began to call Pechorin。
〃'I am here beside you； my janechka' （that is； 'my darling'）； he answered； taking her by the hand。
〃'I shall die；' she said。
〃We began to comfort her； telling her that the doctor had promised infallibly to cure her。 She shook her little head and turned to the wall she did not want to die！ 。 。 。
〃At night she became delirious； her head burned； at times a feverish paroxysm convulsed her whole body。 She talked incoherently about her father； her brother； she yearned for the mountains； for her home。 。 。 Then she spoke of Pechorin also； called him various fond names； or reproached him for having ceased to love his janechka。
He listened to her in silence； his head sunk in his hands； but yet； during the whole time； I did not notice a single tear…drop on his lashes。 I do not know whether he was actually unable to weep or was mastering himself； but for my part I have never seen anything more pitiful。
〃Towards morning the delirium passed off。 For an hour or so she lay motionless； pale； and so weak that it was hardly possible to observe that she was breathing。 After that she grew better and began to talk： only about what； think you？ Such thoughts come only to the dying！ 。 。 。 She lamented that she was not a Christian； that in the other world her soul would never meet the soul of Grigori Aleksandrovich； and that in Paradise another woman would be his companion。 The thought occurred to me to baptize her before her death。 I told her my idea； she looked at me undecidedly； and for a long time was unable to utter a word。 Finally she answered that she would die in the faith in which she had been born。 A whole day passed thus。 What a change that day made in her！ Her pale cheeks fell in； her eyes grew ever so large； her lips burned。 She felt a consuming heat within her； as though a red…hot blade was piercing her breast。
〃The second night came on。 We did not close our eyes or leave the bedside。 She suffered terribly； and groaned； and directly the pain began to abate she endeavoured to a