chains and the groans of men in fetters. They probably desired that news of their condition should reach the world, or that the authorities should take their part—but the authorities did not even dare to think of intervening. People were made to suffer long in those cellars; some all their lives. One lay there very long and composed some lines:
"Serpents will crawl on you and suck out your eyes,
Scorpions will shed poison over your face."
This verse he would repeat to himself until he had made himself quite terrified.
Others were chained up together with bears in such a way that the man was only one inch out of reach of the bear's claws.
But nothing of this happened to Arkadie Il'ich, because when he rushed back into my closet he seized a table and in a moment had shattered the window—more than this I cannot remember. . . .
When I began to regain my senses, my feet were icy cold. I moved my legs and found that I was wrapped up in a large bear or wolf skin, and around me was complete darkness. The fast horses of the troika[1] whisked along I knew not whither. Two men were alongside of me, we were all three huddled together in the broad sledge in which we were sitting—one was holding me—that was Arkadie Il'ich, the other was the driver, who hurried the
- ↑ Any vehicle drawn by three horses harnessed abreast.
