Bela

I rode on the bails from Tiflis.

All the load of my cart consisted of one small suitcase,

which was half full of travel notes about Georgia.

Arriving at the base of the Koishaur mountain, I had to hire bulls,

to pull my cart on this damn mountain,

because it was already autumn and ice.

There is nothing to do, I hired six bulls and several Ossetians.

Behind my cart a pair of bulls was dragging another

as if nothing had happened, in spite of the fact that,

that she was up to the top pokladena.

This fact surprised me.

Good morning! We are fellow travelers, I think?

Are you really going to Stavropol?

That's right... with official things.

"You, indeed, recently in the Caucasus?" With a year, and what?

Yes, yes.

Do you think they help that they shout? Bulls understand them.

Harness at least twenty, if they shout in their own way,

bulls are all out of place.

Hey!

I already know them, I can not be fooled.

Do not carry it! Do not carry it! Harness it alive!

Give it!

However, we must hurry. Look how smoking?

And what?

In this weather, you can not cross the mountains.

Would you like to come with me? Excuse me.

We'll have to spend a night somewhere.

Settle yourself. Touch it!

Ah, tea, have you had a lot of adventures?

How not to happen, happened. Yes, it happened.

"Would you like to add rum?" "No, thank you, I do not drink."

"What's wrong?" Yes it is. I gave myself a spell.

Another time you live all year, you see nobody,

how could there be vodka - a lost man!

Here though Circassians, as will be drunk бузы on wedding

or at a funeral, so went the log cabin. Once I raped my feet.

"How did this happen?" "Well, if you please,

I then stood in the fortress behind the Terek with the company.

This will soon be five years.

We are tired of these thugs, now, thank God, quietly.

Once in the autumn came transport with provisions.

In transport there was an officer, a young man of about 25 years.

He came to me in full uniform and announced,

that he was ordered to stay with me in the fortress.

Are you surely transferred here from Russia?

That's right, Mr. Captain-Captain.

Very happy, very happy. You will be a little bored,

Well, yes we will live with you in a friendly way.

Yes, please, call me simply Maxim Maksimych,

and, please, - why this full form?

Come always in a cap.

And what was his name?

His name was Grigory Alexandrovich Pechorin.

He was a fine fellow, I can assure you.

Just a little strange.

After all, for example, in the rain, in the cold all day long on the hunt.

Everyone is exhausted, tired. And he does not care.

And another time he sits in his room, the wind smells, assures,

that he caught a cold. The shutter will bang, he will flinch and turn pale.

And when I went to the boar one on one.

Yes, with the big was weird...

"It's been a month and a half since I was in the fortress."

Maxim Maksimych went hunting, I'm alone. It's cold, boring.

How all the past was clearly and sharply cast in my memory!

Not a single line, not a single shade, did not erase time!

I was thinking of dying, it was impossible:

I have not yet drained the cup of suffering, and now I feel,

"that I have a long time to live..."

He stayed in the fortress for a year.

Well, yes, but this year is memorable to me, he has done me trouble,

not that be remembered. After all, there are, indeed, such people,

which are written on the family, what should happen to them

different extraordinary things.

Six versts from the fortress there lived a peaceful prince.

His son, Azamat, used to go to us to go:

Every day, it happened,

then for that, then for another, and certainly we spoiled it

with Grigory Alexandrovich.

Once the old prince himself comes to call us for a wedding.

He gave the eldest daughter in marriage, and we were with him kunaks.

So you can not refuse, you know, go.

Grigory Alexandrovich, look at that!

- Hey! Salaam Aleikum! - Hello, Azamat!

Hey! Do not take your head off, the pits will be your head!

Thug!

That they are preparing. Tomorrow they will be jigging at the wedding.

And the clown took with him,

They are preparing to make an honest company laugh.

That will be fun!

Salaam Aleikum!

- Who is it? - This is Kazbich.

He, you know, is not that peaceful, not that it is not peaceful.

There are many suspicions about him. They say that he likes to drag

on the Kuban with the Abrek.

What, do you like the horse, Azamat?

Such a horse as Kazbich does not have anyone.

Hello, Kazbich, I have not seen you for a long time!

- Salaam Aleikum! - Where had you been? Would visit!

Soon I'll bring the sheep, Maxim Maksimych. Wait!

Okay.

But why did he have a chain mail under his belt? Not for nothing.

It's true that he is plotting something.

ABOUT! For the bride go!

This is who, the bride? -No, this is the bride's future girlfriend.

You will not see a bride or a groom today.

Who then to admire the wedding? Be patient!

It will be necessary to notice where our horses will be delivered.

- What for? - For an unforeseen event.

Good afternoon! "Salam!"

- Hello! And who is the owner? - But the prince.

- Salaam Aleikum! - Hello,

This is my kunak Grigory Alexandrovich Pechorin.

Thank you!

I have not seen you for a long time. Since spring, probably, time is running out.

A beautiful horse, I see it for the first time.

And the suit is rare for these places.

- A quick, sure? - Oh, young yet!

To wash it is necessary!

A good horse is happiness in the house!

I had a much better opinion about Circassian.

Wait.

Maxim Maksimych, would you like to go home?

What do you?

And you said that we will not see the bride!

This is the bride's sister, the lesser daughter of the master.

Bela!

She will welcome you.

She says: "Our young dzhigits are slim, they say,"

and the caftans on them are lined with silver,

and a young Russian officer is slimmer than them, and gold coins are on it.

He is like a poplar between them, just do not grow,

do not bloom in our garden...

It is necessary to respond.

Translate: "Sharp thorns guard a wild rose from touching."

But they can not stop admiring it."

- Well, what is it? - Pretty.

What is her name? "Her name is Beloy."

Maybe we'll go home?

- Grigory Alexandrovich, Kazbich. - What?

Kazbich is watching over you.

And where is he?

It's stuffy stuffy.

I'll go to see the horses.

Why did you leave, Azamat? Why do not you dance?

"You're a good dancer." "Talking to you is more precious to me."

You have a nice horse.

If I were the master of the house, I had a herd of three hundred mares,

then I would give half for your steed, Kazbich.

Yes, in the whole of Kabarda you will not find one like my Karagez.

More than once he saved my life when the people wanted to cut it off.

I remember that it was behind the Terek, four Cossacks were coming for me.

I lay down on the saddle, instructed myself to Allah

and for the first time in his life he insulted his horse with a whip.

And again he saved my life, my faithful friend, my friend.

Since then, we have not been separated.

If I had a herd of 1000 mares,

then I would give all for your Karagez.

I do not want.

Listen, Kazbich! You are a kind person, a brave dzhigit,

and my father is afraid of Russians and does not let me into the mountains.

Give me your horse, I will do whatever you want!

No.

When I saw your horse, in my soul

something has become incomprehensible. Since then, everything has become disgusting.

I'll die, Kazbich, if you do not sell it to me!

You see, I decide on everything.

Do you want me to steal my sister for you?

How she dances, how she sings, and embroideries with gold - a miracle!

There was no such wife from the Turkish padishah.

Is not Bela your steed?

(Sings: There are a lot of beauties in the villages with us,

The stars shine in the darkness of their eyes.

It's sweet to love them. An enviable fraction,

But cheerful youthful will.

Gold will buy four wives,

A horse does not have a dashing price:

He will not leave behind a whirlwind in the steppe,

Well, tell me, Kazbich, what do you want?

I swear, I will fulfill any desire!

Go away, you insane boy! Where do you ride on my horse!

On the first three steps he will throw you,

and you will break your head against the rocks.

Kazbich!

Grigory Alexandrovich! Here!

Go! "Where can Bela be?"

"Who?" - Bela.

Sit down, Grigory Alexandrovich.

Bad business - in a strange feast of a hangover. Well, soon!

Yes, wait, I wonder what will end.

Yeah, sure, it will end badly.

Maxim Maksimych, what is "siyuch potash"?

That's what it is! Forward!

Do not stop!

I'll never forgive myself for one thing: The devil pulled me,

arriving at the fortress, telling Pechorin everything,

that I heard sitting behind the fence.

He laughed, - so cunning! And he thought of something.

And what is it? Tell me, please!

Yeah, there's nothing to do. Began to tell, we must continue.