thought and feeling, took possession of his whole being. He covered his face with his hands.
Another second passed — a second in which a whole world of thoughts, feelings, hopes, and memories flashed through his mind.
''Which will be killed, Mikhai-loff or I.? Or both together.'* And if it is I, where will it strike } If in the head, then all is over with me; but if in the leg, they will cut it off, and I shall ask them to be sure to give me chloroform, — and I may still remain among the living. But perhaps no one but Mikhailoff will be killed; then I will relate how we were walking along together, and how he was killed and his blood spurted over me. No, it is nearer to me... it will kill me! "
Then he remembered the twenty rubles which he owed Mikhailoff, and recalled another debt in Petersburg, which ought to have been paid long ago; the gypsy air which he had sung the previous evening recurred to him. The woman whom he loved appeared to his imagination in a cap with lilac ribbons, a man who had insulted him five years before, and whom he had not paid off for his insult, came to his mind, though inextricably interwoven with these and with a thousand other
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memories the feeling of the moment — the fear of death — never deserted him for an instant.
*' But perhaps it will not burst," he thought, and, with the decision of despair, he tried to open his eyes. But at that instant, through the crevice of his eyelids, his eyes were smitten with a red fire, and something struck him in the centre of the breast, with a frightful crash; he ran off, he knew not whither, stumbled over his sword, which had got between his legs, and fell over on his side.
" Thank God! I am only bruised," was his first thought, and he tried to touch his breast with his hands; but his arms seemed fettered, and pincers were pressing his head. The soldiers flitted before his eyes, and he unconsciously counted them: *' One, two, three soldiers; and there is an officer, wrapped up in his cloak," he thought. Then a flash passed before his eyes, and he thought that something had been fired off; was it the mortars, or the cannon.-^ It must have been the cannon. And there was still another shot; and there were more soldiers; five, six, seven soldiers were passing by him. Then suddenly he felt afraid that they would crush him. He wanted to shout to them that he was bruised;
but his mouth was so dry that his tongue clove to his palate and he was tortured by a frightful thirst.
He felt that he was wet about the breast: this sensation of dampness reminded him of water, and he even wanted to drink this, whatever it was. " I must have brought the blood when I fell," he thought, and, beginning to give way more and more to terror, lest the soldiers who passed should crush him, he collected all his strength, and tried to cry: "Take me with you!" but, instead of this, he groaned so terribly that it frightened him to hear himself. Then more red fires flashed in his eyes — and it seemed to him as though the soldiers were laying stones upon him; the fires danced more and more rarely, the stones which they piled on him oppressed him more and more.
He exerted all his strength, in order to cast off the stones; he stretched himself out, and no longer saw or heard or thought or felt anything. He had been killed on the spot by a splinter of shell, in the middle of the breast.
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XIII.
Mikhafloff, on catching sight of the bomb, fell to the earth, and, like Praskukhin, he went over in thought and feeling an incredible amount in those two seconds while the bomb lay there unexploded. He prayed to God mentally, and kept repeating: " Thy will be done! "
" And why did I enter the military service? " he thought at the same time; **and why, again, did I exchange into the infantry, in order to take part in this campaign?' Would it not have been better for me to remai-n in the regiment of Uhlans, in the town of T., and pass the time with my friend Natasha? And now this is what has come of it."
And he began to count, "One, two, three, four," guessing that if it burst on the even number, he would live, but if on the uneven number, then he should be killed. "All is over; killed," he thought, when the bomb burst (he did not remember whether it was on the even or the uneven number), and he felt a blow, and a sharp pain in his
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head. "Lord, forgive my sins," he murmured, folding his hands, then rose, and fell back senseless.