She took him in her arms, and bore him away through the hall. At the entrance of the hall, Albert saw the moon and water. But the water was not below as is usually the case, and the moon was not above; there was a white circle in one place as sometimes happens. The moon and the water were together,--everywhere, above and below, and on all sides and around them both. Albert and his love darted off toward the moon and the water, and he now realized that she whom he loved more than all in the world was in his arms: he embraced her, and felt inexpressible felicity. "Is not this a dream?" he asked himself. But no, it was the reality, it was more than reality: it was reality and recollection combined. Then he felt that the indescribable pleasure which he had felt during the last moment was gone, and would never be renewed. "Why am I weeping?" he asked of her. She looked at him in silence, with pitying eyes. Albert understood what she desired to say in reply. "Just as when I was alive," he went on to say. She, without replying, looked straight forward. "This is terrible! How can I explain to her that I _am_ alive?" he asked himself in horror. "My God, I am alive! Do understand me," he whispered. "He is better and happier," said a voice. But something kept oppressing Albert ever more powerfully. Whether it was the moon or the water, or her embrace or his tears, he could not tell, but he was conscious that he could not say all that it was his duty to say, and that all would be quickly over. * * * * * Two guests coming out from Anna Ivánovna's rooms stumbled against Albert lying on the threshold. One of them went back to Anna Ivánovna, and called her. "That was heartless," he said. "You might let a man freeze to death that way." "_Akh!_ why, that is my Albert. See where he was lying!" exclaimed the hostess. "Annushka, have him brought into the room; find a place for him somewhere," she added, addressing the maid. "Oh! I am alive, why do you bury me?" muttered Albert, as they brought him unconscious into the room. TWO HUSSARS. _A TALE._ 1856. Jomini, ay, Jomini, But not a single word of vodka.[56] D. DAVUIDOF.