horses on with all his might. The snow flew in clouds from under the horses' hoofs, while the sledge bent over first on one side, and then on the other. If we had not been sitting in the bottom of the sledge holding on with our hands, it would have been impossible to survive.
I heard their anxious talk, as if they expected something. I could only understand:
"They're coming! they're coming! Hurry up! hurry up!" and nothing more.
As soon as Arkadie Il'ich noticed I was conscious he bent over me and said:
"Lyuboshka, my little dove, they are chasing us; are you willing to die, if we cannot get away?"
I answered that I would consent with joy.
He had hoped to reach the Turkish village, Khrushchuk, where many of our people had taken refuge from the Count.
Suddenly we sped across the ice of a river, and then something like a dwelling appeared dimly before us, and dogs began to bark. The driver whipped up his horses, and turned the sledge sharply to one side, so that it tilted over and Arkadie and I were thrown out into the snow, while the driver, the sledge and the horses disappeared from our sight.
"Don't be afraid," Arkadie said, "this might
