“Ivan Mironoff is not at home; he is gone to visit Father Garasim; but it is all the same; I am his wife.  Deign to love us and have us in favor!  Take a seat, my dear sir.”  She ordered a servant to send her the Corporal.  The little old man gazed at me curiously, with his only eye.

“May I dare to ask,” said he, “in what regiment you have deigned to serve?”

I satisfied him on that point.

“And may I dare to ask why you changed from the Guards to our garrison?”

I replied that it was by the orders of authority.

“Probably for actions little becoming an officer of the Guards?” resumed the persistent questioner.

“Will you stop your stupidities?” said the Captain’s wife to him.  “You see the young man is fatigued by the journey; he has something else to do besides answering you.  Hold your hands better!  And you my dear sir,” continued she, turning to me, “do not be too much afflicted that you are thrust into our little town; you are not the first, and will not be the last.  Now, there is Alexis Chabrine, who has been transferred to us for a term of four years for murder.  God knows what provocation he had.  He and a lieutenant went outside the city with their swords, and before two witnesses Alexis killed the lieutenant.  Ah! misfortune has no master.”

Just then the Corporal entered, a young and handsome Cossack.  “Maxim,” said the Captain’s wife, “give this officer a clean lodging.”

“I obey, Basilia,” replied the Cossack; “shall I lodge him with Ivan Pologoff?”

“You are doting, Maxim, he has too little space now; besides, he is my child’s godfather; and, moreover, he never forgets that we are his chiefs.  What is your name, my dear sir?”

“Peter Grineff.”

“Then conduct Peter Grineff to the quarters of Simeon Kieff.  That rascal let his horse into my vegetable garden.  Is all right, Maxim?”

“Thank God, all is quiet, except that Corporal Kourzoff quarreled with the woman Augustina about a pail of warm water.”

“Ignatius,” said the Captain’s wife to the one-eyed man, “judge between the two—­decide which one is guilty, and punish both.  Go, Maxim, God be with you.  Peter Grineff, Maxim will conduct you to your lodgings.”

I took my leave; the Corporal led me to a cabin placed on the high bank near the river’s edge, at the end of the fortress.  Half of the cabin was occupied by the family of Simeon Kieff, the other was given up to me.  My half of the cabin was a large apartment divided by a partition.  Saveliitch began at once to install us, whilst I looked out of the narrow window.  Before me stretched the bleak and barren steppe; nearer rose some cabins; at the threshold of one stood a woman with a bowl in her hand calling the pigs to feed; no other objects met my sight, save a few chickens scratching for stray kernels of corn in the street.  And this was the country to which I was condemned to pass my youth!  I turned from the window, seized by bitter sadness, and went to bed without supper, notwithstanding the supplications of Saveliitch, who with anguish cried aloud:  “Oh! he will not deign to eat!  O Lord! what will my mistress say, if the child should fall ill!”