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
Shots from all the guns which the nobles carried thundered together;
but the echo had not come back from the building when the voice of
Volodyovski was heard again: "On the run!"
"Kill! slay!" cried the Lauda men, rushing forward like a torrent.
The Cossacks answered with shots, but they had not time to reload. The
throng of nobles rushed against the gate, which soon fell before the
pressure of armed men. A struggle began to rage in the yard, among
the wagons, horses, and bags. The powerful Butryms, the fiercest in
hand-to-hand conflict and the most envenomed against Kmita, advanced in
line. They went like a herd of stags bursting through a growth of young
trees, breaking, trampling, destroying, and cutting wildly. Alter them
rolled the Domasheviches and the Gostsyeviches.
Kmita's Cossacks defended themselves manfully from behind the wagons
and packs; they began to fire too from all the windows of the house and
from the roof,--but rarely, for the trampled torches were quenched, and
it was difficult to distinguish their own from the enemy. After a while
the Cossacks were pushed from the yard and the house to the stables;
cries for quarter were heard. The nobles had triumphed.
But when they were alone in the yard, fire from the house increased at
once. All the windows were bristling with muskets, and a storm of
bullets began to fall on the yard. The greater part of the Cossacks had
taken refuge in the house.
"To the doors!" cried Volodyovski.
In fact, the discharges from the windows and from the roof could not
injure those at the very walls. The position, however, of the besiegers
was difficult. They could not think of storming the windows, for fire
would greet them straight in the face. Volodyovski therefore commanded
to hew down the doors. But that was not easy, for they were bolts
rather than doors, made of oak pieces fixed crosswise and fastened with
many gigantic nails, on the strong heads of which axes were dented
without breaking the doors. The most powerful men pushed then from time
to time with their shoulders, but in vain. Behind the doors wore iron
bars, and besides they were supported inside by props. But the Butryms
hewed with rage. At the doors of the kitchen leading also to the
storehouse the Domasheviches and Gashtovts were storming.
After vain efforts of an hour the men at the axes were relieved. Some
cross-pieces had fallen, but in place of them appeared gun-barrels.
Shots sounded again. Two Butryms fell to the ground with pierced
breasts. The others, instead of being put to disorder, hewed still more
savagely.
By command of Volodyovski the openings were stopped with bundles of
coats. Now in the direction of the road new shouts were heard from the
Stakyans, who had come to the aid of their brethren; and following them
were armed peasants from Vodokty.
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