He got up, threw away the stone, and, though in the stocks, started to go. "Good-bye, Dina dear! I will remember you all my life." Dina took hold of him; she groped all over him, trying to find a place to put the cakes. He took them from her. "Thank you," he said, "you are a clever girl. Who will make dolls for you without me?" And he patted her on the head. Dina began to cry. She covered her eyes with her hands, and ran up-hill like a kid. In the darkness he could hear the ornaments in the braid striking against her shoulders. Zhilín made the sign of the cross, took the lock of his fetters in his hand, that it might not clank, and started down the road, dragging his feet along, and looking at the glow, where the moon was rising. He recognized the road. By the straight road it would be about eight versts. If he only could get to the woods before the moon was entirely out! He crossed a brook,--and it was getting light beyond the mountain. He walked through the ravine; he walked and looked, but the moon was not yet to be seen. It was getting brighter, and on one side of the ravine everything could be seen more and more clearly. The shadow was creeping down the mountain, up toward him. Zhilín walked and kept in the shade. He hurried on, but the moon was coming out faster still; the tops of the trees on the right side were now in the light. As he came up to the woods, the moon came out entirely from behind the mountains, and it grew bright and white as in the daytime. All the leaves could be seen on the trees. The mountains were calm and bright; it was as though everything were dead. All that could be heard was the rippling of a brook below. He reached the forest,--he came across no men. Zhilín found a dark spot in the woods and sat down to rest himself. He rested, and ate a cake. He found a stone, and began once more to break down the lock. He bruised his hands, but did not break the lock. He got up, and walked on. He marched about a verst, but his strength gave out,--his feet hurt him so. He would make ten steps and then stop. "What is to be done?" he thought. "I will drag myself along until my strength gives out entirely. If I sit down, I shall not be able to get up. I cannot reach the fortress, so, when day breaks, I will lie down in the forest for the day, and at night I will move on." He walked the whole night. He came across two Tartars only, but he heard them from afar, and so hid behind a tree. The moon was beginning to pale, and Zhilín had not yet reached the edge of the forest. "Well," he thought, "I will take another thirty steps, after which I will turn into the forest, where I will sit down."