Chapter 2 Gusev

Gusev one It was already dark, and soon night would come. Gusev, a soldier on indefinite leave, got up in his hammock and whispered: "Are you listening to me, Pavel Ivanitch? In Sioux a soldier told me, It is said that their boat hit a big fish on the road, and a hole was broken in the bottom of the boat." He was speaking to an unknown person, known in the ship's dispensary as Pavel Ivanitch, and he remained silent as if he had heard nothing. There was silence again. ... The wind is playing with the cables, the propellers are roaring, the waves are splashing, and the hammock is creaking, but people's ears have long been used to these sounds, and it seems that everything around is sleeping and there is no sound.This makes people feel depressed.The three patients (two pawns and a sailor) who had played cards all day were fast asleep and talking in their sleep.

The boat seemed to rock.The hammock beneath Gusev slowly rises and falls, as if sighing.It rises and falls like this once, and again, and again. ...Something hit the floor with a bang, probably because the cup with the handle fell to the ground. "It's the wind breaking the chain..." said Gusev, listening carefully. This time Pavel Ivanitch answered angrily, coughing: "One moment you say that the boat hit a fish, and another that the wind broke the chain. ... Is the wind a beast that can break free from its chains? " "That's what Christians say." "Those Christians are just like you, ignorant people. . . . Don't they talk too much nonsense? You have to have a head on your shoulders. Use your brains when things happen. You're just a fool." .”

Pavel Ivanitch was seasick.Every time the ship rocked, he was usually angry, and even the slightest thing made him angry.But according to Gusev, there was nothing to be angry about at all.For example, what is so strange or incomprehensible about the fish or the wind breaking free from its chain?We might as well assume that some fish is indeed as big as a mountain, and its back is as hard as that of a sturgeon.Let us also suppose that there, at the end of the world, stands a thick wall of stone, to which the fierce wind has been chained. ... If it hadn't broken free from the chain, why was it running like a dog all over the sea like a dog?If it is not chained at ordinary times, where is it when the weather is calm?

Gusev thought for a long time about the fish that was as big as a mountain, and about those thick rusted chains, and then he felt bored and panicked, and began to miss his hometown: after five years of service in the Far East, he is now I am going back to my hometown. ... He couldn't help but think of a huge pond, only covered in snow. ... On one side of the pond there is a red-brick porcelain factory with tall chimneys emitting clouds of black smoke; on the other side is a village. ... In the fifth yard from the end of the village, the elder brother Alexei came out on a sleigh, and behind him sat his younger son Vanka in large felt boots, and his younger daughter Aku Karka, also wearing felt boots.Alexei was drinking, Vanka was smiling, but Akulka's face was invisible, she was covered up tightly.

"Perhaps the children will freeze, . . . " thought Gusev. "Lord," he whispered, "give them brains, and tell them to respect their parents, and not be wiser than them. . . . " "New shoes are needed here," whispered the sick sailor in his sleep. "That's right! That's right!" Gusev lost his train of thought.The pond disappeared, and suddenly, for no reason, an eyeless bull's head appeared, and the horse and sled stopped moving forward, but turned around in the black smoke.But he was still happy because he finally saw his relatives.The joy made him breathless, his body seemed to be crawling with ants, and the hair on his fingers trembled.

"God bless, we can finally meet!" He was talking in sleep, but immediately opened his eyes and looked for water in the dark. He drank and lay down, and the sled moved again, and then the eyeless bull's head, and the smoke, and the cloud. ...and so on until dawn. two At first, a blue circle appeared in the darkness, which was the small round window.Then Gusev gradually began to see Pavel Ivanitch, who was next to him in the hammock.The man sleeps sitting up because he is panting when he lies down.He had a pale complexion, a long, pointed nose, large eyes from his extreme thinness, sunken temples, a thin beard, and long hair. ... People look at his face, but they can't figure out who he is: is it a master, a merchant, or a farmer?Judging by his expression and long hair, he seemed to be a vegetarian, a novice monk in the monastery, but listening to his speech, he didn't seem to be a monk.He often coughed, coupled with the sweltering heat around him and his illness, so he was exhausted, his breathing was short of breath, and his parched lips trembled slightly.Seeing Gusev look at him, he turned to him, and said: "I'm getting it. . . . Yes. . . . I see it all now.

..." "What do you understand, Pavel Ivanitch?" "Here, that's what happened... I've always wondered why you seriously ill patients, instead of being able to rest in peace and recuperate, are sent to ships, where the sweltering heat, the scorching heat, the jolting, in short, everything drives you to death? But now I see it all. . . . That's right. . . . Your doctors sent you on board to get rid of you. They're tired of you, you brutes. . . . If you don't give them money, they will be busy for you for a while, and when you die, their statistics will be disfigured. It can be seen that you can only be regarded as animals! However, it is not difficult to get rid of you. … To do this, first, you need to be unconscionable and inhuman; A little rigging will do it. It won't be noticeable to take five sick people out of a crowd of four hundred healthy soldiers and sailors. Well, they'll get you on board the steamer and call you Among the healthy people, I hurriedly counted them, and nothing was revealed in the clutter. When the ship sailed, people saw some paralyzed people and people who had reached the terminal stage of tuberculosis lying on the deck. … Gusev did not understand what Pavel Ivanitch was saying, thought he was scolding him, and justified himself by saying: "I was lying on the deck earlier because I was so weak. We will go to this road on the barge." When the ship came up, I was very cold."

"What a shame!" went on Pavel Ivanitch. "You know, the main thing is that they clearly know that you can't afford such a long journey, but they still send you on board! Well, let's assume that you can reach the Indian Ocean, but what will happen in the future? Think It's scary to think about it....Your service is loyal, you haven't made any mistakes, and yet you are rewarded like this!" Pavel Ivanitch stared at him indignantly, frowned in disgust, and gasped, "I wish some one would scold me in the papers and make a mess!" The two sick pawns and the sick sailor were awake and playing cards.The sailor was half-lying, half-sitting in the hammock, and the two soldiers were sitting on the floor next to him in an uncomfortable position.A soldier had a bandage on his right arm and his wrist was so tightly packed that he had to tuck his cards in his right armpit, or in the crook of his arm, and play cards with his left hand.The boat rocked violently.No one could stand up, drink tea, or take medicine.

"Are you an orderly?" Pavel Ivanitch asked Gusev. "Yes, as an orderly." "My God, my God!" said Pavel Ivanitch, shaking his head sadly. "It's a good idea to drag a man out of his home, send him fifteen thousand versts away, and let him suffer from consumption. What's all this for, please? Just to send him to a captain in the army, Ke Pijgin or Warrant Officer Dilka as an orderly. What's the point of that!" "It's not a hard job, Pavel Ivanitch. Get up in the morning and polish your boots, make a samovar, tidy up the room, and then there's nothing else to do. The lieutenant spends his days drawing drawings, and you If you want to pray to God, you should pray; if you want to read, you should read; if you want to go to the streets, you should go for a walk. May the Lord bless everyone to live such a life.”

"Yeah, that's great! Lieutenant Drawing, and you, sitting in the kitchen all day long, thinking of home. . . . Drawings. . . . The problem is not with drawings, but with human life! Life cannot die and live again , it should be pitied." "Of course, Pavel Ivanitch, a bad man will never be pitied no matter where he is, whether at home or in the army; but if he lives in an orderly manner , obey the order, so why do they have to make you angry? They are all educated lords and understand the truth. ... I have not had a single confinement during these five years.As for being beaten, I have endured it. Let me think about it, it was just this one time. ... "" Why were you beaten? "

"Because I hit someone. I shot hard, Pavel Ivanitch. Four Manchurians came into our yard, and they brought firewood or something, I don't remember. Well, I thought I was depressed, so I gave them a few slaps. There was a damned guy who made my nose bleed. ... The lieutenant saw it through the window, got angry, and slapped me." "You poor fool . . . " whispered Pavel Ivanitch. "You don't understand anything." Exhausted by the rocking of the boat, he closed his eyes.Now his head was thrown back, and now it drooped on his chest.Several times he tried to lie down, but it was in vain, he was so out of breath that he couldn't lie down. "Why did you beat those four Manchurians?" he asked after a while. "No reason. I beat them when they came into the yard." Silence followed.  …The players played for about two hours, and played vigorously, yelling at each other, but the jolting tired them out, and they had to drop their cards and lie down.Gusev imagined the big pond, the factory, the village again. ... The sleigh came again, Vanka laughed again, and that silly girl in Akulka stretched out her fur coat and stretched out her feet, saying: "Look, my dear, my felt boots are not the same as Vanka's." ,is new. "It's almost six years old, and I'm still so brainless!" Gusev said in his sleep. "Don't stick your feet out like that, you'd better pour some water for your uncle who is a soldier. I will give you a present." Then Endron came, with a flint-gun slung over his shoulder, and a dead rabbit in his hand, followed by Isajcik, an old Jew, who offered to exchange a bar of soap for his rabbit. rabbit.Then, a little black bull broke into the front hall.Afterwards, Domina was crying for some reason while making a shirt, and then the bull head without eyes and black smoke appeared again. ... Up there, someone was shouting loudly, and some sailors ran past, as if they were dragging something heavy across the deck, or something made a rattling sound.Then some people ran over. ... Could something be wrong? Gusev raised his head to listen, but his eyes saw the two soldiers and the sailor playing cards again.Pavel Ivanitch sat there, moving his lips.The weather was stuffy, I had no strength to breathe, I was thirsty, but the water was hot and hard to drink. ... The hull is still shaking. Suddenly, a strange thing happened to a card player. ...He called hearts into red squares, couldn't figure it out, dropped the cards on the ground, then smirked fearfully, looking around at the crowd. "Dude, I'm going to..." he said, and fell to the ground. Everyone doesn't understand.They called to him, but he did not answer. "Stepan, you don't feel well, do you? Huh?" asked another soldier with a bandaged arm. "Maybe the priest should be called? Huh?" "You, Stepan, drink some water..." said the sailor. "Here, buddy, drink." "Hey, why are you hitting his teeth with the cup?" said Gusev angrily. "Don't you see that, idiot?" "See what?" "What?" Gusev repeated his words sarcastically. "He's out of breath, dead! And saying 'what'! There are such stupid people in the world, my God! . . . " The boat stopped rolling, and Pavel Ivanitch cheered up.He is no longer angry.His face was boastful, passionate, mocking.He seemed to want to say: "Yes, I'm going to tell you something right now, and I'm sure you'll all laugh out loud." The little round window was opened, and a mild breeze blew on Pavel Ivanitch. There were voices outside and the sound of oars paddling.Near the small window, someone wailed in a shrill and unpleasant voice, probably a Chinese man singing an opera. "Yes, we are at the anchorage now," said Pavel Ivanitch, smiling ironically. "In about a month's time we'll be in Russia. Well, yes, my venerable Mr. Chuba. When I get to Odessa, I'll go from there to Kharkov. In Kharko I have a friend in Fuzhou who is a literary worker. When I went to him, I said to him: Dude, put aside your boring subjects for a while, and stop writing about women's love and the beauty of nature. You should expose the two-legged Scum... that's what you should be writing about..." He thought for a moment, then said, "Gusev, do you know how I tricked them?" "Tricking whom, Pavel Ivanitch?" "That's the people. . . . You know, there are only first and third class cabins on this ship, and they only allow peasants, that is, rough people, to sit in third class. If you wear a neat coat, even if you are far away If you look like a gentleman or a rich person from a distance, you must fly first class. No matter what you say, you have to pay five hundred rubles. I asked: Why do you want to make this regulation? Do you want to borrow money? To enhance the prestige of Russian intellectuals?'No. We don't let you fly in third class, just because the upper class can't stay in third class. The gentlemen worry so much. But anyway, I don't have five hundred rubles, be it bad or good. I have neither embezzled public money, nor raided foreigners, nor smuggled smugglers If you don’t beat people to death, think about it: do I still have the right to sit in first class, especially if I consider myself a Russian intellectual? But it doesn’t make sense to reason with them. ...then I had to find a way to fool around. I put on a peasant pea coat and big boots, put on a rustic drunk look, went up to the steamer conductor, and said, "My lord, give us a Let's get a ticket. ...'""Then what is your identity? ' asked the sailor. "Monk. My father was an upright priest. He was always frank with dignitaries, and he suffered a lot for it." Pavel Ivanitch was tired and out of breath, but went on: "Yes, I always tell people what I have to say. . . . You are very different. You are ignorant, blind, oppressed, you see nothing, and even if you see you don't understand. . . . You are told that the wind has broken its chains, It's a beast, it's a Pecheneg, you'll believe it. You kiss his hand when he hits you on the neck. A man in a raccoon coat snatches your money and throws you a ten. Five kopecks is a reward, and you say: "Let me kiss your hand, sir. 'You are all pariahs, poor wretches. ... I am different. I am alive, clear-headed, and see everything, like an eagle or eagle soaring above the earth.I understand everything.I am protest personified.I protest at the sight of domineering, at the sight of hypocrisy and hypocrites, at the sight of smug scumbags.Nothing can overwhelm me, not even the Spanish Inquisition can stop me.correct. ... Even if my tongue is cut off, I will protest with gestures, even if I am locked in a cellar, I will shout loudly there so that people can hear it a mile away; otherwise, I will go on a hunger strike And die, to put more burden on their black conscience.Even if you kill me, I will turn into a ghost to manifest my spirit.All my acquaintances said to me: "You have become an unbearable man, Pavel Ivanitch!" I am proud of this reputation. I worked in the Far East for three years, but the But it will exist for a hundred years. I have quarreled with everyone. My friends write from Russia: "You don't come back. 'As for me, I don't care what happens, I just want to go back. ……correct. ...that's life, I understand.This is life. " Gusev did not listen to him, but looked at the little window.On the transparent, soft turquoise surface of the sea, a wooden boat swayed, bathed in the bright light of the hot sun.Naked Chinese stood on board, holding up cages of canaries, and shouting, "It's singing, it's singing!" Another wooden boat collided with this wooden boat.A motorboat passed by.Then came a wooden boat on which sat a fat Chinese man eating rice with chopsticks.The sea flows lazily, and white seagulls float lazily on the water. "I wish I could give this fat man a neck..." Gusev thought to himself while looking at the fat Chinese man, and yawned. He fell into a slumber, and it seemed to him that all nature was slumbering too.Time flies very fast. The day passed without knowing it, and the darkness came without knowing it. ... The steamer no longer stood still, and moved on to a certain place. Four Two days passed.Pavel Ivanitch was no longer sitting, but was lying down. His eyes were closed tightly, and his nose seemed to be sharper. "Pavel Ivanitch!" Gusev called to him. "Hello, Pavel Ivanitch!" Pavel Ivanitch opened his eyes and moved his lips. "Are you unwell?" "Nothing . . . " answered Pavel Ivanitch, gasping for breath. "Nothing, on the contrary, . "I compare myself to you, and I feel pity for you... these poor people. My lungs are healthy, and my cough is caused by a stomach problem.... I can even go to hell, let's go to the Red Sea Besides, I take an inquisitive attitude towards my illness and medicines. As for you... you are ignorant people.... You are suffering, very suffering!" The hull stopped shaking.The weather was calm, but the boat was stuffy and hot, like a bathhouse.Not only is it difficult to speak, but it is also difficult to listen to others.Gusev hugged his knees, rested his head on them, and missed his hometown.Oh my God, how good it is to miss the snow and the cold in this sweltering heat!The man got into a sleigh and went out, when suddenly, for some unknown reason, the horses were frightened and broke into a gallop. … They ignore the roads, the ditches, the canyons, rush straight through, run madly through villages, over ponds, past factories, and then gallop across the fields. ... "Hold the horse!" The people in the factory and those who met on the road raised their voices and shouted. "Hold the horse!" But why hold?Let the biting cold wind rush to the face from the pipe, sting the hands, and let the balls of snow raised by the horse's hoof fall on the hat from the pipe, and fall down the neck and chest along the collar, and make the slide iron of the sled squeak Shriek, let the horses' nooses and yokes break, and tell them to go to hell!When the sled overturns and throws you into a snowdrift with your face in it, then you stand up, white all over, with little icicles on your mustache, your hat gone, your gloves gone, your belt Let go, how fun it is. … People laughed and dogs barked. ... Pavel Ivanitch opened one eye a little, looked at Gusev, and asked softly: "Gusev, is your commander corrupt?" "Who knows, Pavel Ivanitch! We don't know, we have no way of knowing." Then, a long time passed in silence.Gusev meditated, talked in his sleep, and rose from time to time to drink water.It was difficult for him to speak and obedient, and he was afraid that people would talk to him.After an hour, two hours, three hours, evening came, then night came, but he paid no attention to it, and sat there thinking of the cold. He heard a noise as if someone had entered the clinic, but after five minutes everything was silent again. "May he go to heaven and rest forever," said the soldier with his arm wrapped in bandages. "He's a restless man." "What?" Gusev asked. "Who?" "He's dead. They carried him up there just now." "Oh," Gusev muttered, yawning. "May he go to heaven." "What do you think, Gusev?" asked the soldier with a bandaged arm in silence for a moment. "Will he go to heaven?" "Who are you talking about?" "It's Pavel Ivanitch." "He will go to heaven...he has suffered so much. Another point is that he came from a priest's family, and there are many priests' relatives. After they prayed, he will go to heaven." The soldier with the bandaged arm sat down on Gusev's hammock and said in a low voice, "You, Gusev, won't live long in this world. You won't reach Russia." "Did the doctor or the healer say that?" asked Gusev. "It's not that anyone has said that, it's obvious.... People are dying, and that's obvious at a glance. You don't eat or drink, and you lose weight. It's scary to watch. In a word Well, it's consumption. I don't say this to disturb your mind, but because you may be thinking of communion and anointing. If you have any money with you, you ought to give it to the magistrate." "I didn't write home, . . . " sighed Gusev. "I'm dead, and my family doesn't know yet." "They'll know," said the sick sailor in a bass voice. "After you die, the people here will write an entry in the on-duty diary, and when they arrive in Odessa, they will copy a copy and give it to the military chief, who will then notify the village or other places. ..." After this conversation, Gusev was frightened, and some longing began to torment him.He drank his saliva, feeling something was wrong.He leaned over to the small round window to suck in some hot and humid air, but that didn't work either.He missed his hometown and the severe cold as much as he could, but it still didn't work. ... Finally, he felt that if he had been in this clinic for even a minute longer, he would have died. "It's pretty stuffy in here, man, . . . " he said. "I'm going up there. For Christ's sake, help me up." "Okay," agreed the bandaged soldier. "If you can't walk, I'll carry you behind my back. You hug my neck. " Gusev put his arms around Bing's neck, and Bing supported him with his healthy arm, and carried him on his back.Soldiers and sailors on indefinite leave lay side by side on the deck.There were so many of them that it was difficult to pass among them. "Get down and stand on the ground," the bandaged soldier whispered. "Follow me quietly, grabbing my shirt..." It was dark.Be it on the deck, on the mast, or on the surrounding sea, there was no light at all.On the prow stood a sentry, motionless like a statue, who also seemed to be asleep.It was as if the ship had been decided by itself, and it could go wherever it wanted to go. "Now they're going to throw Pavel Ivanitch into the sea..." said the bandaged soldier. "Put it in a cloth bag first, and then throw it into the water." "Yes. That's the rule." "However, it's better to lie in the field in my hometown. At least my mother will always come to the cemetery to cry." "certainly." Then came the smell of dung and hay.A few cows stood near the side of the boat, their heads drooping.One head, two heads, three heads... There are eight heads in total!There was also a pony there.Gusev put out a hand to caress it, but it shook its head, bared its teeth, and tried to bite his sleeve. "Damn it..." Gusev said angrily. He and Bing walked quietly to the bow of the ship, and then stopped by the side of the ship, sometimes looking up silently, sometimes looking down.Above is the deep sky, bright stars, peace and silence, just like in the village at home.Below, it was dark and chaotic.No one knew why the high waves were making so much noise.No matter which wave you look at, it always tries to rise higher than the others, then crashes down and drowns the others, and then another equally fierce and ugly wave comes with a roar and a white flash. With a long mane, he rushed towards it. The ocean has neither reason nor mercy.Had the steamship been smaller, and not made of thick iron, the waves would have smashed it to pieces without hesitation, and swallowed its occupants, saints and sinners alike.The steamer was equally irrational, with a ferocious look.The huge, snub-nosed creature charged straight ahead, smashing millions of waves along the way.It is not afraid of the dark, nor the wind, nor the emptiness, nor is it afraid of loneliness. It doesn't care about anything. If there are people living on the ocean, it will crush them to death, whether they are saints or sinners. . "Where are we now?" Gusev asked. "I don't know. It's probably in the middle of the sea." "Can't see land. . . . " "Then how can you see it! They say it will take seven days to see it." The two soldiers stared at the white foam that was as bright as phosphorous fire, silent, thinking about something.Gusev was the first to break the silence. "There's nothing scary about that either," he said. "It's just a little gloomy, like sitting in a dark wood. Suppose, when they're putting a sampan on the water, and an officer orders me to go out to sea a hundred versts to catch fish, I'll go. Or, for example, if a Christian stumbles and falls into the water right now, I will jump into the water with him. If you ask me to save Germans or Manchurians, I will not do it, but I will do my best to save Christians.” "Are you afraid of death?" "I'm afraid. I hate those fields at home. You know, my brother is at home, but he is unreliable, likes to drink, beats his wife for no reason, and doesn't honor his parents. Without me, everything will be over. Maybe my father will bring the old woman Go and beg in the street. But, man, my legs won't hold me up, and it's stuffy here. . . . Let's go back to bed." Fives Gusev went back to the clinic and lay down in his hammock.A vague desire tormented him as usual, and he could not understand what he needed anyway.There seemed to be something pressing on his chest, his head was throbbing, his mouth was so dry that his tongue couldn't move easily.He fell asleep, talking in his sleep, and then, exhausted by nightmares, coughs, and heat, he did not fall asleep until morning.He dreamed that in the barracks, as soon as the bread was taken out of the oven, he got into the oven, took a steam bath in it, and beat himself with a long broom made of birch branches.He slept for two days, and at noon on the third day, two sailors came up and carried him out of the clinic. They wrapped him in canvas and sewed it up, and in order to make the bag lighter, they stuffed two iron stove rods into the bag.Sewn into a canvas bag, he looked like a carrot or turnip, with a broad head and narrow feet. ...Before the sun went down he was carried out on deck, and laid on a plank, one end of which was placed on the side of the ship, and the other end on a box raised by a stool.Around stood soldiers and sailors on indefinite leave with their hats off. "Praise be to God!" began the priest, "for ever, forever, and forever!" "Amen!" sang the three sailors. Those soldiers and sailors who were on indefinite leave crossed themselves and looked at the waves beside them.Strange to say, a man is sewn in a canvas bag, about to be thrown into the waves.Does this happen to everyone? The priest sprinkled a handful of dirt on Gusev's bag and bowed to him.Everyone sang "Eternal Mourning". The sailor on duty lifted one end of the plank, and Gusev slid off the plank, headfirst, and rolled over in the air with a splash!The foam covered him, and for a moment he seemed to be clothed in a lace-covered garment, but the moment passed and he was lost in the waves. He sank quickly to the bottom of the sea.Will he sink to the bottom of the ocean?It is said that the surface of the sea is four versts from the bottom of the sea.After he had sunk eight or nine feet, he sank more and more slowly, swaying rhythmically, as if hesitating.Driven by the current, instead of sinking straight down, it drifted down a slope relatively quickly. But then, on the way down, he encountered a school of fish called amberjack. When the little fish saw this black thing, they stopped and did not move at all. Then they all turned around and swam back together, and disappeared.In less than a minute, they rushed towards Gusev again like arrows, following a zigzag path, swimming in the water around him. ... After that, another dark thing appeared.That's a shark.It swam proudly and reluctantly under Gusev, as if not noticing him.He, for his part, sank onto its back, and it turned on its side, belly up, and took a nap in the warm, transparent water, opening its mouth lazily to show its rows of teeth.The boat yellowtails were so happy they stopped to see what would happen next.The shark fiddled with the thing for a while, then brought his beak up reluctantly, and touched it carefully with his teeth, and the canvas bag split from head to toe, and a grate fell out, startling the boat yellowtails. Jumping, it hit the shark on the body and sank quickly to the bottom. At this moment, on the sea, on the side where the sun sets, clouds are piling up, some are like triumphal arches, some are like lions, and some are like scissors. ...a broad green light shot out of the clouds and stretched to the center of the sky.After a while, there was a purple one next to it, another golden one next to it, and then another pink one. ...the sky was a soft snow-blue color.Looking at this majestic and charming sky, the ocean first frowned, but soon, it also showed a kind, cheerful, and passionate color, such a color is difficult to express in human language. "Notes" ① The former name of the city of Guerrilla in the Primorsky Krai of the Soviet Union. ② From the nineteenth to the early twentieth century, the appellation of some ethnic groups in Russia, especially the nomadic peoples living in Kazakhstan and Siberia. ③ One of the ancient Turkic peoples in Southeast Europe, here is a metaphor for barbarians.