stable; while _this_ one went on munching hay as though nothing had happened, or dozed with his head bent. Both of them stood still when their master leaped out of the saddle; but _that_ one came at once at his voice when he was called, while _this_ one stood stock still. _That_ one galloped as fast, but with higher and longer bounds; _this_ one went with a freer step and at a more jolting trot, and at times 'wriggled' with his shoes--that is, knocked the back one against the front one; _that_ one had never done anything so disgraceful--God forbid! _This_ one, it struck Tchertop-hanov, kept twitching his ears in such a stupid way, while with _that_ one it was quite the contrary; he used to lay one ear back, and hold it so, as though on the alert for his master! _That_ one, directly he saw that it was dirty about him, would at once knock on the partition of his box with his hind-leg, but _this_ one did not care if the dung was heaped up to his belly. _That_ one if, for instance, he were set facing the wind, would take deep breaths and shake himself, _this_ one simply snorted; _that_ one was put out by the rain, _this_ one cared nothing for it.... This was a coarser beast--coarser! And there wasn't the gentleness in it, and hard in the mouth it was--no denying it! That horse was a darling, but this.... This was what Tchertop-hanov sometimes thought, and very bitter were such thoughts to him. At other times he would set his horse at full gallop over some newly ploughed field, or would make him leap down to the very bottom of a hollow ravine, and leap out again at the very steepest point, and his heart would throb with rapture, a loud whoop would break from his lips, and he would know, would know for certain, that it was the real, authentic Malek-Adel he had under him; for what other horse could do what this one was doing?