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Dream Tales and Prose Poems by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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At first all was silence, even as it was at the Roman ruins, but suddenly
I heard close to my very ear a coarse bargeman's laugh, and with a moan
something dropped into the water and a gurgling sound followed.... I looked
round: no one was anywhere to be seen, but from the bank the echo came
bounding back, and at once from all sides rose a deafening din. There was a
medley of everything in this chaos of sound: shouting and whining, furious
abuse and laughter, laughter above everything; the plash of oars and the
cleaving of hatchets, a crash as of the smashing of doors and chests, the
grating of rigging and wheels, and the neighing of horses, and the clang
of the alarm bell and the clink of chains, the roar and crackle of fire,
drunken songs and quick, gnashing chatter, weeping inconsolable, plaintive
despairing prayers, and shouts of command, the dying gasp and the reckless
whistle, the guffaw and the thud of the dance.... 'Kill them! Hang them!
Drown them! rip them up! bravo! bravo! don't spare them!' could be heard
distinctly; I could even hear the hurried breathing of men panting. And
meanwhile all around, as far as the eye could reach, nothing could be seen,
nothing was changed; the river rolled by mysteriously, almost sullenly, the
very bank seemed more deserted and desolate--and that was all.

I turned to Alice, but she put her finger to her lips....

'Stepan Timofeitch! Stepan Timofeitch is coming!' was shouted noisily all
round; 'he is coming, our father, our ataman, our bread-giver!' As before I
saw nothing but it seemed to me as though a huge body were moving straight
at me.... 'Frolka! where art thou, dog?' thundered an awful voice.
'Set fire to every corner at once--and to the hatchet with them, the
white-handed scoundrels!'

I felt the hot breath of the flame close by, and tasted the bitter savour
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