Yetwhereaswewereout-at-elbows,thecarpentersweresleek,respectable,monied,well-cladfellows。Also,therewassomethingdourandirritatingaboutthem,since,foronething,theyhadfailedtorespondtoourgreetingonourfirstappearance,andeyeduswithnothingbutdislikeandsuspicion。Hence,hurtbytheirchillyattitude,wehadwithdrawnfromtheirimmediateneighbourhood,constructedacausewayofsteppingstonestotheeasternbankoftherivulet,andtakenupourabodebeneaththechaoticgreymistswhichenvelopedthemountainsideinthatdirection。
Also,overthecarpenterstherewasaforeman——amanwhosebonyframe,cladinawhiteshirtandapairofwhitetrousers,lookedalwaysasthoughitwereready-attiredfordeath。Moreover,heworenocaptoconcealtheyellowpatchofbaldnesswhichcoveredmostofhishead,and,inaddition,hisnosewassquatandgrey,hisneckandfacehadoverthemskinofaporous,pumice-likeconsistency,hiseyesweregreenanddim,anduponhisfeaturestherewasstampedadeadanddisagreeableexpression。Tobecandid,however,behindthedarklipslayasetoffine,closeteeth,whilethehairsofthegreybeardabeardtrimmedaftertheTartarfashionwerethickand,seemingly,soft。
Neverdidthismanputahandactuallytothework;alwayshekeptroamingaboutwiththelarge,rigid-lookingfingersofhishandstuckedintohisbelt,andhisfixedandexpressionlesseyesscanningthebarraque,themen,andtheworkashislipsventedsomesuchlinesas:
OhGodourFather,boundhastThouAcrownofthornsuponmybrow!
Listentomyhumbleprayer!
LightentheburdenwhichIbear!
“Whatonearthcanbeintheman’smind?“onceremarkedtheex-
soldier,withafrowningglanceatthesinger。
Asforourduties,mymatesandIhadnothingtodo,andsoonbegantofindthetimetedious。Forhispart,themanwiththeCossackphysiognomyscaledthemountainside;whencehecouldbeheardwhistlingandsnappingtwigswithhisheavyfeet,whiletheex-soldierselectedaspacebetweentworocksforashelteroface-roseboughs,and,stretchinghimselfonhisstomach,felltosmokingstrongmountaintobaccoinhislargemeerschaumpipeasdimly,dreamilyhecontemplatedtheplayofthemountaintorrent。
Lastly,Imyselfselectedaseatonarockwhichoverhungthebrook,dippedmyfeetinthecoolnessofthewater,andproceededtomendmyshirt。
Atintervals,thedefilewouldconveytoourearsadullechoofsoundssowhollyatvariancewiththelocalityasmuffledhammer-
blows,ascreechingofsaws,araspingofplanes,andaconfusedmurmurofhumanvoices。
Also,amoistbreezeblewconstantlyfromthedark-bluedepthsofthedefile,andcausedthestiff,uprightlarchesontheknollbehindthebarraquetorustletheirboughs,anddistilledfromtheranksoilthevoluptuousscentsoface-roseandpitch-pine,andevokedinthetrees’quietgloomasoft,crooning,somnolentlullaby。
Aboutasazhen[Fathom]belowthelevelofthebarraquetherecoursednoisilyoveritsbedofstonesarivuletwhitewithfoam。
Yetthoughofothersoundsinthevicinitytherewerebutfew,thegeneraleffectwastosuggestthateverythingintheneighbourhoodwasspeakingorsingingataleofsuchsortastoshamethehumanspeciesintosilence。
Onourownsideofthevalleythegroundlaybathedinsunshine——
layscorchedtothepointofseemingtohavespreadoveritatissue-cloth。Oldgoldincolour,whilefromeverysidearosethesweetperfumeofdriedgrasses,andindarkcleftstherecouldbeseensproutingthelong,straightspearsandfiery,reddish,cone-shapedblossomsofthatbold,hardyplantwhichisknowntousassaxifrage——theplantofwhichthecontemplationmakesonelongtoburstintomusic,andfillsone’swholebodywithsensuouslanguor。
Lacedwithpalpitating,snow-whitefoam,thebeautifulrivuletpursueditssportivewayovertessellatedstoneswhichflashedthroughtheeddiesoftheglassy,sunlit,amber-colouredwaterwiththesilkensheenofapatchworkcarpetorcostlyshawlofCashmir。
ThroughthemouthofthedefileonecouldreachthevalleyoftheSunzha,whence,sincemenwerether,buildingarailwaytoPetrovskontheCaspianSea,therekeptissuingandbreakingagainstthecragsadullrumbleofexplosions,ofironraspedagainststone,ofwhistlesofworkslocomotives,andofanimatedhumanvoices。
Fromthebarraquethedistancetothepointwherethedefiledeboucheduponthevalleywasaboutahundredpaces,andasoneissuedthenceonecouldsee,awaytotheleft,thelevelsteppesoftheCis-Caucasus,withaboundarywallofbluehills,toppedbythesilver-hewnsaddleofMountElburzbehindit。True,forthemostpartthesteppeshadadry,yellow,sandylook,withmerelyhereandtheredarkpatchesofgardensorblackpoplarclumpswhichrenderedthegoldenglaremoreglaringstill;yetalsotherecouldbediscernedontheexpansefarmbuildingsshapedlikelumpsofsugarorbutter,with,intheirvicinity,toylikehumanbeingsanddiminutivecattle——thewholeshimmeringandmeltinginamiragebornoftheheat。Andatthemeresightofthosesteppes,withtheirembroideryofsilkundertheblueofthezenith,one’smusclestightened,andonefeltinspiredwithalongingtospringtoone’sfeet,closeone’seyes,andwalkforeverwiththesoft,mournfulsongofthewastecrooninginone’sears。
TotherightalsoofthedefilelaythewindingvalleyoftheSunzha,withmorehills;andabovethosehillshungthebluesky,andintheirflankswerecleftswhich,fullofgreymist,keptemittingaceaselessdinoflabour,asoundofdullexplosions,asagreatpuissantforceattainedrelease。
Yetalmostatthesamemomentwouldthathurly-burlysomergewiththeechoofourdefile,sobecomeburiedinthedefile’sverdureandrockcrevices,thatoncemoretheplacewouldseemtobesingingonlyitsowngentle,gracioussong。
And,shouldoneturntoglanceupthedefile,itcouldbeseentogrownarrowerandnarrowerasitascendedtowardsthemists,andthelattertogrowthickerandthickeruntilthewholedefilewasswathedinadarkbluepall。Higheryettherecouldbediscernedthebrilliantgleamofbluesky。Higheryetonecoulddistinguishtheice-cappedpeakofKaraDagh,floatinganddissolvingamidthefromhereinvisiblesunlight。Highestofallagainbroodedtheserene,steadfastpeaceofheaven。
Also,everythingwasbathedinastrangetintofbluishgrey:towhichcircumstancemusthavebeenduethefactthatalwaysone’ssoulfeltfilledwithrestlessness,one’sheartstirredtodisquietude,andfiredaswithintoxication,chargedwithincomprehensiblethoughts,andconsciousasofasummonstosetforthforsomeunknowndestination。
Theforemanofthecarpentersshadedhiseyestogazeinourdirection;andashedidso,hedrawledandraspedoutintediousfashion:
“Someshalltotheleftbesent,AndinthepitofHellliepent。
Whileothers,holdingpalminhand,ShallonGod’srighttakeuptheirstand。“
“DIDyouhearthat?“theex-soldiergrowledthroughclenchedteeth。“’Palminhand’indeed!Why,thefellowmustbeaMennoniteoraMolokan,thoughthetwo,really,areone,andabsolutelyindistinguishable,aswellasequallyfoolish。Yes,’palminhand’indeed!“
SimilarlycouldIunderstandtheex-soldier’sindignation,for,likehim,Ifeltthatsuchdreary,monotonoussingingwasaltogetheroutofplaceinaspotwhereeverythingcouldtrollasongsodelightfulastoleadonetowishtohearnothingmore,tohearonlythewhisperingoftheforestandthebabblingofthestream。Andespeciallyoutofplacedidtheterms“palm“and“Mennonite“appear。
YetIhadnogreatlovefortheex-soldier。Somehowhejarreduponme。Middle-aged,squat,square,andbleachedwiththesun,hehadfadedeyes,flattened-outfeatures,andanexpressionofrestlessmoroseness。NevercouldImakeoutwhathereallywanted,whathewasreallyseeking。Forinstance,once,afterreviewingtheCaucasusfromKhassav-UrttoNovorossisk,andfromBatumtoDerbent,and,duringthereview,crossingthemountainrangebythreedifferentroutesatleast,heremarkedwithadisparagingsmile:
“IsupposetheLordGodmadethecountry。“
“Youdonotlikeit,then?HowshouldI?GoodfornothingiswhatIcallit。“
Then,withafurtherglanceatme,andatwistofhissinewyneck,headded:
“However,notbadaltogetherareitsforests。“
AnativeofKaluga,hehadservedinTashkend,and,infightingwiththeChechintzesofthatregion,hadbeenwoundedintheheadwithastone。Yetashetoldmethestoryofthisincident,hesmiledshamefacedly,and,throughout,kepthisglassyeyesfixedupontheground。
“ThoughIamashamedtoconfessit,“hesaid,“onceawomanchippedapieceoutofme。Yousee,thewomenofthatregionareshriekingdevils——thereisnootherwordforit;andwhenwecapturedavillagecalledAkhal-Tiapaanumberofthemhadtobecutup,sothattheylayaboutinheaps,andtheirbloodmadewalkingslippery。Justasourcompanyofthereserveenteredthestreet,somethingcaughtmeonthehead。Afterwards,Ilearntthatawomanonaroofhadthrownastone,and,liketherest,hadhadtobeputoutoftheway。“
Here,knittinghisbrows,theex-soldierwentoninmoreseriousvein:
“Yetallthatfolkusedtosayaboutthosewomen,abouttheirhavingbeardstoshave,turnedouttobesomuchgossip,asI
ascertainedformyself。Ididsobyliftingthewoman’sskirtonthepointofmybayonet,whenIperceivedthat,thoughshewaslean,andsmeltlikeagoat,shewasquiteasregularas,as——“
“Thingsmusthavebeenindeedterribleonthatexpedition!“I
interposed。