The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 1 — John Shaqi
The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 1Sienkiewicz, Henryk
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The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 1
Sienkiewicz, Henryk
Historical fiction; Poland -- History -- John II Casimir, 1648-1668 -- Fiction
The cavaliers hurried willingly to prepare, and soon four sleighs were
bearing the eager young men to Vodokty. Kmita sat in the first sleigh,
which was highly ornamented and had the form of a silvery bear. This
sleigh was drawn by three captured Kalmuk horses in variegated harness,
in ribbons and peacock feathers, according to the Smolensk fashion,
borrowed from more distant neighbors. A young fellow sitting in the
neck of the bear drove the horses. Pan Andrei was dressed in a green
velvet coat buttoned on golden cords and trimmed with sable, and wore a
sable cap with a heron's feather. He was gladsome, joyous, and spoke to
Kokosinski sitting at his side,--
"Listen, Kokoshko! I suppose we played tricks wild beyond measure on
two evenings, and especially the first, when the skulls and the
portraits suffered. But the case of the girls was still worse. The
Devil always pushes forward that Zend, and then on whom does he pound
out the punishment? On me. I am afraid that people will talk, for in
this place my reputation is at stake."
"Hang yourself on your reputation; it is good for nothing else, just
like ours."
"And who is to blame for that, if not you men? Remember, Kokoshko, they
held me for a disturbing spirit in Orsha, and tongues were sharpened on
me like knives on a whetstone."
"But who dragged Pan Tumgrat out in the frost with a horse; who cut up
that official, who asked whether men walked on two feet in Orsha or on
four? Who hacked the Vyzinskis, father and son? Who broke up the last
provincial Diet?"
"I broke up the Diet in Orsha, not somewhere else; that was a home
affair. Pan Tumgrat forgave me when he was dying; and as to the others,
speak not, for a duel may happen to the most innocent."
"I have not told all yet; I have not spoken of the trials in the army,
of which two are still waiting for you."
"Not for me, but for you men; for I am to blame only for letting you
rob the people. But no more of this! Shut your mouth, Kokoshko, and say
nothing to Olenka about the duels, and especially nothing of that
shooting at the portraits and of the girls. If it is told, I shall lay
the blame on you. I have informed the servants and the girls that if a
word is said, I will order belts taken out of their skins."
"Have yourself shod like a horse, Yendrus, if you are in such dread of
your maiden. You were another man in Orsha. I see already that you will
go in leading-strings, and there is no good in that. Some ancient
philosopher says, 'If you will not manage Kahna, Kahna will manage
you.' You have given yourself to be tied up in all things."
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