At first Chervonchik walked around, and I sat up straight. But the saddle was slippery, and I was afraid that I should slide off.
"Well, now," asked my riding-master, "are you on firm?"
"Yes," said I.
"Well, then, now trot!" and the riding-master clucked with his tongue. Chervonchik started off in a gentle trot, and I began to slip. But still I said nothing, and tried not to tip over sidewise. The riding-master praised me, "Aï da, cavalier! Splendid!" and this made me very glad.
At this moment my riding-master was joined by one of his associates, and began to talk with him, and his attention was distracted from me.
Then suddenly I became conscious that I was slipping a little toward one side of the saddle. I tried to regain my seat, but all in vain. I wanted to cry to the riding-master to stop the horse, but I felt that it would be shameful to do that, and I kept quiet.
The riding-master was not looking at me. Chervonchik kept on the trot all the time, and I kept slipping and slipping to one side.
I looked at the riding-master and thought that he would help me; but he was busily talking with his associate, and, without looking at me, said something about his "brave young cavalier!" By this time I was far over on one side and very much frightened. I felt certain that I was going to tumble. But still I was ashamed to cry out.
Chervonchik gave me one more little shake, and down I went to the ground. Then Chervonchik stopped of his own accord; the riding-master looked around, and saw that I was no longer on Chervonchik's back. Saying, "Hullo there! my cavalier has fallen off," he hastened to me.
When I told him that I was not hurt, he laughed, and said:—
"A child's body is like a cushion!"
But I felt like crying.
