Chapter 19 Taras Bulba - Section Ten

"What a long sleep I have had!" said Taras, waking up as if waking up from a disturbing drunken dream, trying to make out his surroundings, and he was overwhelmed by extreme weakness.to weakness of limbs.The walls and corners of an unfamiliar room flickered before Xian's eyes.Finally, he noticed that Tovkachi was sitting in front of him and seemed to be listening to his every breath. "Yes," Tovkachi thought to himself, "you may sleep through the rest of your life!" However, he didn't say a word, but shook his finger, motioning him not to speak. "But, tell me, where am I now?" Taras asked again, trying to remember the past with all his energy.

"Shut up!" his partner snapped at him, "what else do you want to know? Don't you see that you are covered with knife wounds all over your body? I'll take you to ride without panting, and you've been crying It's been two weeks since you've had a high fever and you've been talking nonsense. It's the first time you've had a good night's sleep. If you don't want to give yourself trouble, just keep quiet!" However, Taras always tried to concentrate and recall the past. "Haven't the Poles caught me and surrounded me completely? Isn't there no way for me to break free?"

"Shut up, ghost!" Tovkachi, angrily, like a nanny, couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted to a naughty child who was making noise, "You have to know how to break out of the encirclement! What's the good? It's enough to break out, and there are people who haven't betrayed you—that's enough for you to know! We've got a lot of nights to ride together. Do you think you Can you pretend to be an ordinary Cossack? No, they offer a reward of two thousand gold coins for your head." "Where's Ostap?" Taras suddenly called out, struggling to get up, but suddenly remembered that the enemy had captured Ostap in front of him, tied him up, and now he was on the ground. hands of the Poles.

A pang of grief came over the old man's heart.He tore off all the bandages from the wound, tore them off, and threw them far away, trying to say something, but instead of speaking, he babbled; he had a fever again, fell into a coma, and talked a lot Meaningful incoherent madness. At this moment, his faithful companion stood before him, scolding him, and uttered many complaints and severe reproaches to him.At last, taking him by the hands and feet, swaddling him like a child, making all the bandages, wrapping him in a piece of cowhide, lashing him with splints, and hanging him by ropes to the saddle, and And took him to Mercedes-Benz on the road again.

"Even if you die, I will send you back! You cannot let the Poles insult your Cossack body, tear your corpse into pieces and throw it into the water. Even if an eagle wants to peck your eyes from your forehead , that eagle must also be an eagle on our grassland, but it is not from Poland, and it is not an eagle that flies from Poland. Even if you die, I will send you back to Ukraine!" A faithful companion said so.Running day and night without rest, finally brought the unconscious Taras to the Sheki of Zaporosh.When it came to Bian Yi'er, he tirelessly began to treat him with herbs and temperature-humidity therapy; he found an experienced Jewish woman, and she gave him various potions for a month, and Taras finally recovered I don’t know if it’s the effect of the medicine, or his steel-like physical strength. In short, after a month and a half, he can get out of bed; the wound is closed, and only a few knife marks still show that the old man How terribly wounded the Cossack had been; yet he had grown markedly melancholy and gloomy.Three deep wrinkles were etched on his forehead, never to disappear, and he looked around now: everything was new in the setch, all the old companions had died one after another.Those who have fought for a just cause, for faith and fraternity, are gone.Even those warriors who set off with their regiment commanders in pursuit of the Tartars are long gone.All died, all perished, some died in battle, some died of hunger and thirst on the salt marshes of the Crimea, and some died after being captured because they could not bear the insult. He died from his own ribs; the former head of the regiment has long since died, and none of the old comrades are alive; the people who used to boil the Cossack power have long been buried in the grass.It seemed to him that there had been a feast, a lively and ephemeral feast: all the utensils were smashed to pieces; there was not a drop of wine left anywhere, and all the precious cups and bowls were stolen by guests and servants, and he was bewildered. The bewildered host stood still, thinking: "It would be better not to hold this banquet." People distracted him from his sorrows and accompanied him to seek happiness, but in vain; However, it was in vain to praise his Cossack exploits.He looked at everything sternly and indifferently, with uncontrollable sorrow on his impassive face, and quietly bowed his head and said, "My son! Ostap!"

The Zaporoches were about to embark on a sea expedition, and two hundred sampans were put into the Dnieper River. Then the people of Asia Minor saw the Zaporoches with their shaved heads and long hair, bringing flowers in full bloom. The coast was handed over to sword and fire; and the turbans of Muhammad's people were seen, like countless flowers, scattered on the blood-soaked fields and floating on the shore.The people of the place saw tar-stained chaporosh pantaloons and muscular hands clutching black whips.The Zaporos eat up and spoil the whole vineyard; they leave a lot of dung in the mosque;Long afterward, short pipes of the Zaporoches were found in these places.They sailed back happily; a Turkish ship with ten cannons came up from behind, and all the weapons on board fired at once, like flocks of birds, and drove them, the flimsy sampans, at once. scattered.A third of the boats sank in the depths of the sea, but the rest regrouped and sailed into the mouth of the Dnieper with twelve handles full of gold coins.But all this no longer interested Taras.He went out to the pastures and meadows as if to hunt, but none of the ammunition he took with him fired.He put down his rifle, and sat down by the sea, full of melancholy.He sat there for a long time with his head bowed, always saying my Ostap!My Ostap! "The black sea shines and stretches before him; seagulls cry in the distant reeds; his white beard shines with silver light, and tears roll down his face.

At last Taras could bear it no longer. "I'm going to find out what happened to him no matter what. Is he alive? Or is he in the tomb? Or is he nowhere to be found in the tomb? I'm going to find out anyway!" After a week, He appeared in the city of Umman, fully armed, on horseback, with a spear, a saber, a traveling water bottle on the saddle, a marching vessel full of gruel, some cartridges, a bridle rope, and other equipment.He kept approaching a dingy, stained little house, the tiny windows of which were so stained with something that it was hard to see clearly; the chimney was plugged with rags and full of holes. The whole roof was covered by sparrows.One, a huge pile of trash piled up at the door.A Jewish woman in a hat with discolored pearls poked her head out of the window.

"Is your husband at home?" Bulba asked, got off the horse, and tied the reins to the iron bars in front of the door. "At home," said the Jewish woman, and hastily scooped out a spoonful of wheat to feed the horse, and brought the knight a mug of beer. "Where's your Jewish man?" "He's in another room, praying," said the Jewish woman, and when Bulba raised the glass to her lips she saluted and wished him health. "You stay here, feed and water my horse, and I'll leave him alone. I have something to do with him." This Jew was known as Jan Kell.Here he had become a land-manager and hotel-keeper; gradually he had all the Polish landowners and gentlemen in the neighborhood under his control, he gradually sucked up almost all the money, and made all his men feel strongly about it. Feel the Jewish influence.Not a single hut left intact within three miles around—all down, ruined, drunk, and poor and shabby, as if by fire or plague. , the entire area was uprooted.If Yang Kell stayed here for another ten years, he would probably wipe out the entire governorship.Taras went into the house.The Jew was praying in his stained shroud. He had just turned around, and was about to spit one last mouthful according to the rules of his faith, when his eyes suddenly met Bulba standing behind him.The first thing that caught the Jew's eye was the two thousand gold pieces offered for his head; but he was ashamed of his greed, and tried to suppress the lust for gold, which swarmed like maggots. Jewish soul.

"Listen, Jankel!" Taras said to the Jew, who bowed to him and closed the door carefully so that no one would see me, I saved your life, or the Zaporos would have taken your life away. You tore it up like a dog, now it's your turn, now do me a favor! " The Jew's face was a little wrinkled. "Help for what? Why wouldn't I help if I could?" "Don't say anything. Take me to Warsaw." "To Warsaw? What, to Warsaw?" said Jankel.He raised his eyebrows and shoulders in surprise. "Don't say anything to me. Take me to Warsaw. Anyway, I want to see him again, just say one more word to him."

"Who are you talking to?" "Tell him, tell Ostap, my son." "Haven't your master heard that they..." "I know, I know everything: they offered two thousand gold pieces for my head. Those bastards, they know what it's worth! I'll give you five thousand. Now here's two thousand," Bulba said from a Two thousand gold coins were poured out of the straw wallet, "The rest will be given when I come back." The Jew immediately grabbed one hand and covered the gold coin. "Oh, good money! Oh, what a fine money!" said he, rubbing a piece of gold in his hand, and biting it between his teeth.

"I think that man who was robbed of such fine gold coins by the master must not be able to live even an hour in this world. He must have lost these best gold coins and immediately ran to the river, jumped down and drowned." gone." "I don't need to ask you for advice. I may find my way to Warsaw by myself; but those damned Poles will recognize me and catch me anyway, because I can't play tricks. You Jews are born to play tricks." That's it. You deceive even ghosts; you know all the tricks; that's why I've come to ask you for advice: besides, I'll get nowhere if I go to Warsaw alone. Get into the car at once, Take me away!" "The master thinks that as long as he brings a horse, puts it on the cart, and says: Come on, gray horse! Is that all right? The master thinks that if you don't hide the master, you will be able to get rid of it." Ship it away?" "Okay, then, hide me, hide me how you know how to hide! How about hiding in an empty wine barrel?" "Dear, dear! Master thinks it's okay to hide a man in a sprinkling bucket? Doesn't Master know that every one thinks there's wine in the bag?" "Okay, let him think it's wine." "What? Makes him think it's wine?" said the Jew, grabbing his braids with both hands, and lifting them up. "Blind, why are you in such a panic?" "Doesn't your lord know that God created wine for all to drink? It's full of gluttons, gluttons: a Polish gentleman would run five versts for a barrel of wine, and if he happened to cut through a hole, and see that there is no wine coming out of it, he will say: The Jew will not carry an empty wine barrel; Go to prison! Because no matter what is bad, it will always be blamed on the Jews; because everyone regards the Jews as dogs: because everyone thinks that if you are a Jew, you are not a human being." "Then put me in the fish cart. Get on!" "No, sir; indeed, no, all Poland is starving like wild dogs: they come to steal the fish, and they will find the master." "Well, let the devil carry me away, just carry me away!" "Listen, listen, sir!" said the Jew, rolling up his cuffs, and going up to him with his hands spread apart. "That's what we're going to do. Forts and castles are being built here and there; some French engineers have come from the German Reich, so a lot of bricks and stones are being moved along the way. Your lord can lie on the lower deck of the wagon, I'll give You put some bricks on it. From the outside, the master is strong and solid, so if it is heavier, it will not matter; I will make a hole under the wagon to feed the master." ①In the original text, "Germany" was deliberately written as "Germany", to show that the Jews did not speak regular Russian. "You do it, just ship me away!" An hour later, a wagon carrying bricks and tiles with two horses set off from Uman.Tall Yankel rode on one of the horses, and when his tall body like a milestone on the roadside leaped on the horse, his long curly braids followed the Jewish felt hat. Float up below.