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Oh convinced… “Take his identify off the sign up of the Semeonovsky regiment…” Very goot, very goot: everyt’ing might be attended to… “You vill enable me wit’out zeremony to embody you and… as an previous Kamerad and friend…” Ah, eventually he has obtained around to it! … etc, etc. Veil, my boy,’ he acknowledged, whilst he had complete studying the letter and set aside my passport, ‘everyt’ing can be prepared; you vill be transferred mit’ der rank of officer to the — regiment, and, to not lose time, you shall leaf the following day for der Bielogorsky castle, the place you vill serve below Captain Mironov, a goot and upright guy. T’ere you vill see genuine carrier, und learn what iss disscipline. Der is not’ing so that you can do in Orenburg; dissipation iss undesirable for a tender guy. Und at the present time! invite you to dine mit’ me. ’ ‘From undesirable to worse! ’ i assumed to myself. ‘What is the nice of my having been a sergeant within the Guards nearly ahead of i used to be born! the place has it introduced me? To the — regiment and a castle buried within the steppes via the Kirghiz-Kaissak border…’ I had dinner with Andrei Karlovich, in corporation together with his outdated aide-de-camp. A rigorous German economic climate reigned at his desk, and that i think that worry of an extra visitor to percentage his frugal bachelor meal used to be partially the reason for my moved quickly despatch to the garrison. subsequent day I took depart of the final and trigger to my vacation spot. three THE citadel during this citadel we are living, Bread and water our fare, but if the fierce en’my involves delight in our ware – a superb ceremonial dinner we’ll organize, With grape-shot our cannon We’ll load. squaddies’ track they're out of date humans, my expensive sir. THE MINOR1 THE Bielogorsky castle lay 40 versts2 from Orenburg. the line the steep financial institution of the Yaïk. The river was once no longer but frozen, and its leaden waves seemed black and mournful among the white, monotonous, snow-covered banks. Away at the different facet the Kirghiz steppes stretched into the gap. i used to be absorbed in reflections, for the main a part of a depression nature. Garrison existence held little charm for me. i attempted to photograph Captain Mironov, my destiny leader, and imagined him a stern, bad-tempered previous guy, unaware of every little thing however the provider, and able to placed me less than arrest on a vitamin of bread and water for the merest trifle. in the meantime, it was once commencing to develop darkish. We have been using rather speedy. ‘Is it a long way to the citadel? ’ I requested the driving force. ‘No, now not far,’ he spoke back. ‘You can see it over yonder. ’ I regarded around on each part, looking ahead to to trap sight of menacing battlements, towers and a moat, yet observed not anything store a bit hamlet surrounded via a picket-fence of stakes. On one aspect of it stood 3 or 4 haystacks part buried less than the snow; at the different a tumble-down windmill with wings of bast which hung idle. ‘But the place is the fort? ’ I requested in shock. ‘Why, there it is,’ spoke back the driving force, pointing to the hamlet, and as he spoke we drove into it. on the gate I observed an outdated cannon made from forged iron; the streets have been slender and crooked; the cottages small and for the main half with thatched roofs.