- Yes, whom to send, sir! All the boys riot, and the horses are all captured! Ahti! In the yard. Get to the anbar.
At this time, several voices were heard outside the door. I silently gave a sign to mother and Marya Ivanovna to retire to a corner, drew his saber and leaned against the wall at the door itself. The father took pistols and cocked the trigger on both of them and stood beside me. The castle rattled, the door opened and Zemsky’s head appeared. I hit her saber and he fell, I enclosed an input. At that very moment the priest shot a pistol at the door. Crowd, besieging us, ran back with curses. I dragged the wounded through the threshold and locked the door with an inner hinge. The yard was full of armed people. Between them, I recognized Schwabrin.
- Do not be afraid, I said to the women. - There is hope. And you, father, don't shoot anymore. Save the last charge.
Mother silently prayed to God; Marya Ivanovna stood beside her, with angelic calmness awaiting the decision of our fate. There were threats behind the doors, curses and curses. I stood in my place, getting ready to chop down the first daredevil. Suddenly the villains fell silent. I heard Schwabrin's voice, calling me by name.
- I'm here, What do you want?
- give up, Bulanin, resist in vain. Have pity on your old people. You can’t save yourself by stubbornness. I'll get to you!
- try it, traitor!
- I will not meddle in it myself, nor spend your people. And I command you to set fire to the bar, and then we'll see, what will you do, Don Quixote Belogorsky. Now is the time for lunch. For now, sit and think at your leisure. Bye, Marya Ivanovna, I do not apologize to you: you, probably, not bored in the dark with your knight.
Shvabrin left and left the guard at the hangar. We were silent. Each of us thought to himself, not daring to tell others your thoughts. I imagined everything to myself, that he was able to make embittered Shvabrin. I almost didn’t care about myself. Admit? And the fate of my parents not so much terrified me, like the fate of Marya Ivanovna. I knew, that mother was adored by peasants and yard people, father, despite its severity, was also loved, for he was fair and knew the true needs of his subjects. Riot them was a delusion, instant drinking, not the expression of their indignation. Here mercy was likely. But Marya Ivanovna? What fate was prepared for her by a depraved and unscrupulous man? I did not dare to dwell on this terrible thought and prepared, free lords, rather kill her, rather than a second time to see in the hands of a cruel foe.
It took another hour. Drunk songs were heard in the village. Our guards envied them and, annoying us, cursed in afflicted us with torture and death. We expected the consequences of Schwabrin's threats. Finally there was a lot of movement in the yard, and again we heard Shvabrin’s voice.
- What, Have you decided? Do you surrender voluntarily to my hands?
No one answered him. After waiting a bit, Mop ordered to bring straw. A few minutes later, a fire broke out and lit a dark bar, and smoke began to break out from under the crevices of the threshold. Then Marya Ivanovna came up to me and quietly, holding my hand, said:
- full, Petr ANDREIĆ! Do not ruin yourself and your parents for me. Let me out. Shvabrin will listen to me.
- Never, I screamed with my heart. - Did you know, what awaits you?
- I will not survive dishonor, - she answered calmly. - but, may be, I will save my deliverer and family, who so generously looked upon my poor orphan. Farewell, Andrei Petrovich. Farewell, Avdotya Vasilievna. You were more to me, than benefactors. Bless me. I'm sorry, and you, Petr ANDREIĆ. rest assured, what ... what ... - then she cried and covered her face with her hands ... I was like crazy. Mother cried.
- Fully lie, Marya Ivanovna, - said my father. - Who will let you alone to the robbers! Sit here and be silent. Die, so die together. listen, what else they say?
- Do you give up? Shouted Schwabrin. - You see? in five minutes you will be fried.
- Do not give up, the villain! - answered the priest in a firm voice.
His face, wrinkled, it was animated with amazing vivacity, eyes glittered menacingly from under gray eyebrows. AND, turning to me, said:
- Now it's time!
He unlocked the door. Fire burst and soared through the logs, moss dry moss. The father fired his pistol and stepped over the threshold of a flaming, cried: "All of me". I grabbed her hand and Mother Maria Ivanovna and quickly brought them into the air. At the threshold lay Shvabrin, bullet decrepit hand of my father; thieves crowd, run away from our unexpected attacks, immediately rallied and began to surround us. I managed to put a few more strokes, but brick, successfully cast, It hits me right in the chest. I fell and lost consciousness for a minute. Cometh a, I saw Shvabrin, sitting on the bloodstained grass, and in front of all our family. I was supported by the arms. Crowd of peasants, Cossacks and Bashkirs surrounded us. Mop was terribly pale. With one hand he pressed the wounded side. His face portrayed torment and anger. He slowly raised his head., looked at me and said in a weak and slurred voice:
“Hang him ... and everyone ... except her ...”
Immediately a crowd of villains surrounded us and screamed dragged to the gate. But suddenly they left us and fled; Grinev drove into the gate and behind him a whole squadron with sabers.
* * *
Rebels flowed in all directions; hussars pursued them, cut and captured. Grinev jumped off the horse, bowed to my father and mother and shook my hand tightly. “By the way, I arrived in time, He told us. - BUT! here is your bride. Marya Ivanovna blushed to the ears. The father approached him and thanked him with a calm look, although touched. Mother hugged him, calling an angel a deliverer. “Welcome to us”, - the father told him and led him to our house.
Walking past Mop, Grinev stopped. "Who is this?" - he asked, looking at the wounded. "This is the leader himself, gang leader, - answered my father with some pride, convicting an old warrior, “God helped my decrepit hand to punish the young villain and avenge my son’s blood”.
- This is Mop, I told Grinev.
- Schwabrin! Very glad. Hussars! Take it! Yes tell our doctor, so that he bandaged his wound and his shore like the apple of his eye. Shvabrina must certainly be submitted to the secret Kazan Commission. He is one of the main criminals., and his testimony should be important.
Schwabrin opened his languid gaze. Nothing was portrayed on his face, except physical flour. Hussars carried him on a cloak.
We entered the rooms. I looked around with trepidation, recalling their infancy. Nothing in the house has changed., everything was in the same place. Schwabrin did not allow him to plunder, while retaining in his humiliation an involuntary disgust from dishonorable greed. Servants appeared in the front. They did not take part in the rebellion, and from the bottom of their hearts rejoiced at our deliverance. Savelich triumphed. You must know, what during the alarm, carried out by assault of robbers, he ran to the stable, where stood the mop horse, saddled her, withdrew quietly and, thanks to the clutter, imperceptibly jumped to the transport. He met the regiment, already resting on this side of the Volga. Grinev, learning from him about our danger, ordered to sit down, ordered the march, march to the gallop - and, Heavy, jumped on time.
The hussars returned from the chase, capturing several people. They were locked in the same bar, in which we withstood a memorable siege.
Grinev insisted, so that the Zemsky’s head was exposed for several hours on a pole near the tavern.
We each went to their rooms. Old people needed a rest. Not sleeping all night, I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep soundly. Grinev went to do his orders.
In the evening we connected in the living room near the samovar, talking cheerfully about past danger. Marya Ivanovna poured tea, I sat beside her and dealt exclusively with her. my parents, it seemed, favorably looked at the tenderness of our relationship. Until now, this evening lives in my memory. I was happy, completely happy, are there many such moments in a poor human life?
The next day they reported to the priest, that the peasants appeared on the master's court with confession. The father went to them on the porch. When he appeared, men knelt.
- Well, fools, - he said to them,, - why did you decide to rebel?
- Guilty, you are our sovereign, They answered in a voice.
- To-to, to blame. Will show, Yes, and we are not happy. Forgive you for joy, that God led me to see my son Peter Andreich.
- Guilty! Sure, to blame.
- Well, good: the guilty head does not cut the sword. God gave the bucket, it's time to remove the hay; and you, fools, for three whole days what did? Warden! Arrange all over the hay; yes look, Red beast, so that I have for Ilyin’s day * all the hay was in shovels. Get out.
The men bowed and went to the corvee as if nothing had happened.
Schwabrina's wound was not deadly. He was escorted to Kazan. I saw from the window, how he was put in a cart. Our eyes met, he lowered his head, and I hastily stepped away from the window. I was afraid to show the view, that triumph over the misfortune and humiliation of the enemy.
Grinev had to go further. I decided to follow him, despite my desire to spend a few more days in the midst of my family. On the eve of the trip, I came to my parents and, as usual, bowed at their feet, asking for their blessings for marriage with Marya Ivanovna. The old men raised me and in joyful tears expressed their consent. I brought to them Marya Ivanovna pale and trembling. We have been blessed ...
What did i feel, I won’t describe. Who has been in my position, he already understands me, - who have not been, I can only regret and advise, until time is gone, fall in love and get a blessing from parents.
The next day, the regiment gathered. Grinev said goodbye to our family. We were all sure, that hostilities will soon be stopped; in a month I was hoping to be a spouse. Marya Ivanovna, saying goodbye to me, kissed me at all. I mounted. Savelich followed me again - and the regiment left.
For a long time I looked from a distance at a rural house, leaving me again. Gloomy foreboding worried me. Someone whispered to me, that not all misfortunes for me have passed. Heart sensed a new storm.
I will not describe our campaign and the end of the Pugachev war. We passed through villages, devastated by Pugachev, and they involuntarily took away from the poor inhabitants, what was left to them by robbers.
They did not know, who to obey. Board has been terminated everywhere. Landowners took refuge in the forests. Gangs of robbers have been atrocious everywhere. Heads of individual units, sent in pursuit of Pugachev, then already running to Astrakhan, autocratically punished the guilty and innocent ... The state of the whole region, where the fire raged, it was terrible. God forbid to see the Russian rebellion - meaningless and merciless. They, who are plotting for us impossible coups, or young and do not know our people, or people are hard-hearted, by whom the alien cap, yes, and his own neck penny.
Pugachev fled, chased Eve. Yves. Michelson. Soon, we learned about the complete destruction of it.. Finally, Green got on his general news of the capture of the pretender, and together, and commanded to stop. Finally, I could go home. I was delighted; but a strange feeling clouded my joy.
