none of that

英语故事

ThatDearName

ItwasinthedayswhentheOldPeoplestilllived

vedonthatsandwherefolksgetgold，onlyit’s

grownoverwithturfnow.

Therewasalotofitthen，andchrysoliteandcopper

up，OldPeoplehadnou

forit，whatdidtheyneeditfor？Thechildrencouldplay

withthechrysolite，butnonecouldfindanyuforgold.

Yellowgrainsandsand-whatcouldyoudowiththat？Nuggets

ofveralpoundsorevenhalf-a-poodwouldlierightinthe

asinthe

way，someonewouldkickittotheside，andthatwasall.

eyt

offtohunt，they’dtakesomeofthonuggetswiththem.

Theyweren’tsobig，youe，

throwandyoucouldkilla

’swhyyou

sometimesfindnuggetsinplaceswherethereoughtn’ttobe

’stheOldPeoplethrewthem，that’show

theycamethere.

Coppernuggets，de

axesfromthem，forcooking

andallsortsofpotsandsuchlike.

courtheydidn’tdiganymines，theyjusttookwhatwas

ontop，notlikeitisnow.

Theyhunted，theycaughtfishandbirdsandthat’s

erealotofwildbeesthen，andall

orbread-theydidn’tevenknow

estock-hors，orcows，orsheep

-they’’dnounderstandingofsuchthings.

Theyweren’tRussiansandtheyweren’tTartars，

buthowtheywerenamedandwhatwastheirfaithandbelief

rethe

OldPeople.

Theyhadn’tanyhousoroutbuildingslike

bath-houorshed，noneofthatatall，andtheydidn’t

’sabigcave

’t

finditnow，it’wenty-fiveyards

really

vastone，stilletheopening，

thoughinsideit’retthingsarethere.

Andthat’swhatI’lltellyouaboutnow.

Well，sotheylived，theOldPeople，theywent

theirownways，erfolksstartedcoming

heTartarsrodepast，andtrampeda

southtonorthitwent，

can’tfinditnow，butourgrandparentsheardofitfrom

theirs，roadtracklike

aroad，onlywithoutditchesatthesides.

They’dridebackandforth，theTartars，they’d

carryonesortofloadfromthenorth，anotherfromthesouth，

heydidn’tknowwhat

itwas，orelthey’ttheOldPeople

werewaryofthem，butthentheysawnoonetouchedthem，

birdsand

fish，stunnedbeastswithnuggetsofgoldandfinishedthem

offwithcopperaxes.

ButthenallofasuddenalotmoreTartarsstarted

warmsofthem，andallwith

it

latertheycameback，stfledwithoutstopping

twasbecauYermakandhis

CossackshadgonetoSiberiaandbeatenalltheTartarsthere.

Andthowhocametohelpthem，intothemheputthefear

’dgotfirearms，youe，andthatwasallnew

then，theyturnedtheTartars’bonestowater.

ThoCossackshadoncebeenfree，buttheycame

’dsoldthemlvestothemerchants，

gestofthem，

thatYermak，he’dasilvershirt，armour，thatis，that

fit，you

asdrownedinit，too-inthatgiftoftheTsar.

WhenYermakdied，allsortsoftroublestarted.

TherewereplentyofrascalshadgonealongwiththeCossacks.

theymet，they’d

takebythethroat，giveupwhatyou’’dlayhold

ofthewomenandmaids，eventhothatweren’tfullgrown.

Itwasjustasbadasitcouldbe.

Abandofthemcametotheparts-notabigone，

irleadermusthavebeenarealrobber.

artedgrabbingatit

n

theycametotheirnsandsawtherewasalotofit，more

wastobedonenow？They

startednosingabouthereandthere，maybetherewerefolks

livingnear，heycametothe

，ofcour，theystartedaskingthem：“What

folkareyou？Whatfaithandtribe？WhatTsard’yepay

tributeto？”

TheyharasdtheOldPeople，butthehadonly

oneanswer-wewantnaughto’yours，wedon’thinderye，

ossackssoughttoscarethemandfired

nicizedtheOldPeopleandthey

sackswentafterthem，thoughtthey’d

putfearintothem，Peoplewere

nlyatfirstthefiringhadfrightenedthem.

ntheythrewoff

ywerebig，ntotheir

cave，andthentheystartedhurlinggoldnuggetssothe

Cossacksdidn’nearlyallofthem.

OldPeople

ofthem，andthat’m

gotheirways，People

lookedatthowhoweredeadandmarveledtoeeveryman

hadsuchalotofyellowstones，whydidhewanttocarryall

thatheavystuff？Theyneverguesd，theOldPeople，what

titouttheirownwayanddecided

okedat

theflint-locks，，somebody

gotholdofit，hetwisteditandturneditandpulledthis

themafright

andbruidthemanabit，e

OldPeoplesawthefiredidn’

okeverythingoff

thedeadmen，theylookedateverything，felteverything，

undpowderandtheyfoundlead，but

whatitwasallfortheycouldn’tmakeout.

Butthothreewho’drunaway，theymanagedto

ytoldtheirleader

allaboutit-astrangetribeattackedusandkillednearall，

onlyusthreegotaway.

Thatleader，maybehewasabitdrunk，hejustsaid

“Allright.”Itwaswar，ts

’dbeenkilled，well，so

they’utthe

’vegotit，theythought，

we’disgold.

stthing，

ttthemscratching

’dgotholdofrealbignuggets，butifthey

letfolksethem，whatwouldhappen？They’dbeaskedwhere

they’dgotthem.....oke

’ent

toamerchant，nt

merchantswereglad

idmoney，buttheykepttheirthoughtsto

tmoneytheCossacksgot，whatcouldthey

dowithit？Firsttheygotrichclothes，eachtofithisfancy，

heirwholetime

，ofcour，the

otherCossacksmarkedthem-wheredidtheygotallthatmoney？

Sotheyttoworktodiscoverit，andwhenaman’sdrunk

thatdoesn’onhaditalloutofthem，

andthentheygotabandtogethertogoafterthatgold.

ButthoCossacks，theyweren’tallthesame.

Therewasone，Idon’tknowwhattheycalledhim，buthe’d

’dbeenlookingforagoodlife，but

hefoundtherewasonlyrobberyanddrink，andhebeganto

shuntheothers.

Whenheheardthemplanninganotherrobberraid，

hetriedtobringthemtobetterwaysofthinking.“Haveye

noshame？Before，yestrippedthemerchantsandtheboyars，

butwhatareyedoingnow？Robbingthefolkshereoftheir

’tthathowitis？”

Thistalkwasn’ttheirliking，andtheywereall

armed，，

them

alloff，wayandthenhehid

inthewoodssotheywouldn’woodswere

thickandfearsome-where’dyouekamanthere？Sothe

Cossackshuntedabitandmadealotofnoi，andthenwent

Solikamskman，woundedhewas，startedthinking

whathe’ntback，they’dkillhim，ormaybe

ought：I’ll

gotothefolkstheywantedtorob.I’llwarnthem.

Heknewthewaythey’tway

waslongandhe’eary

d

’dliedownabitandthango

htbyAzovHill，justoverthere，hecouldn’t

getupanymore.

TheOldPeople，theysawastrangerlyingthere，

allblood，enwenttohimthefirst.

Whatevertribeorpeople，it’salwaysthewomenarepitiful

rewasone

maidamongthem，shewas，

andresolute，shecouldwellhavewornmen’

kecoals，cheeks

likerosinbloom，abraidthatreachedtoherheelsand

ing

therewasnonetoequalher，andwhenshesangwithtrills

likeabird，well....Inaword，

onethingtherewas-shewastall，agiant，youcouldsay.

en，

tallmantoo，as

lookon，withcurlyhairandbigeyes.

etheotherwomenwereoh’ing

andah’ing，thatmaidjustpickedupthewoundedman，carried

himtothecaveandstartedtotendhim，gavehimwaterand

herandmotherhadnaughtagainst

it，neighbours，theyheld

theirtonguesandhelpedabit，

womenweresorryforhim，andthemenhadtheirownthoughts

-maybehe’dteachthemhowtofirethoguns.

retallerthanours，

andtheydidn’justalittle

bitofTartar，he’dhopedalotfromthatwhenhewentto

，naughttobedone，hestartedmakingsigns，

pointingtothisthingandthattofindoutwhatitwascalled.

Learningtheirtalk，maidneverlefthim，

，well，hewas

youngtoo，asslowingetting

sbecauthey’ehim

allthebesttheyhad，，meat，bowlsof

honeyfilledtothebrim，buthisstomachturnedagainstit.

He’

askedherforit，andshedidn’

cried，ouraRussianmancan’tgetalong

ouldhereallypickupstrength？Still，

hedidgetonhisfeetandlearnedhisRussianspeech，and

ewas，andnosimplemaid，

emingly，butpossdofcretpowers.

SothatmanfromSolikamskbeganwalkingaboutabit.

Hegottoknowtheplace，andheshowedthemhowtouthe

flint-lockguns，andexplainedaboutitall.

“Thoyellowstones，andtheyellowgrainsand

sandandshininggreenstones-they’llbringyemisfortune.

Nowthemerchantshavesmeltthem，they’llneverletthem

nitgetstotheTsar，you’llhavenolifeworth

，”hesaid，“estones，

thonuggets，andputthemouto’emintoAzov

erthegrains

heblacksoilfrombeneathso

grass’atitdone，letnostrangercomenear.

Andsothatnoneshouldcomebychance，”hesaid，“puttho

m

watchtheroadandiftheymarkastranger，letthemlight

afireasasign.”

w

tguardsas

hecounled，andallbegangatheringthenuggetsand

ackedit

allup-greatpiles，awfultolookon，andchrysoliteslike

eycoveredtherestofthegrainsand

sand，

guardonDumnayaHillorAzovHillsawonecomingonhorback

oronfoot，eywouldallgo

running，mandbury

they’dnofearoffirearms.

matterhowmanyperish，aslike

wasreally

bad，est

wasthickandfearsomebuttheyfoundaroad.

TheOldPeoplesawtheycoulddonomore，heretheir

wenttothatwoundedman

，dud

llwascovered

withwoods，butonDumnayaHillthereweregreatrockswith

dtotakehimthere.

Allherthoughtwastomakehimwellandsoundagain.

tis

thoughtthiswayandthat，butcouldfindnowaybuttoek

somenewplacetolivewheretherewouldbenogold，butbeasts

，thatmanfromSolikamsk，

Peoplewanted

theirgoodcounlortogowiththem，buthewouldnot.

“Death，”hesaid，“isclotome，andmoreover

Imaynotgo.”

Whyhemustnotgohedidn’maidsaid：

“Ishallnotgoeither.”

Hermotherandsistersweptandwailed，herfather

stormedandthreatened，herbrotherstriedtochangeher：

“Whatareyousaying，Sister！Yourwholelife’sbeforeyou！”

Butshewouldnotbemoved.

“everleavemydearone.”

Shesaidit，andshe’

astone，w

therewasnaughttobedonewithher，sotheytookleavewith

allloveandtenderness，fortheythoughttothemlves-

there’ho

sweetheartsdie，they’sorrow

iswiththemtotheendoftheirlives.

SoallweregoneandthotwowerealoneonAzov

gwith

spades，aye，andfightingeachotherwiththemtoo.

Thewoundedman’sstrengthwasnighgone，andhe

saidtohisbetrothed：“Farewell，mybride！It’snotour

fatetoliveandloveandrealourchildren.”

Shebrokeoutintearsaswomendoandwouldhave

noneofit，buttriedtomakehimbelievedifferent.

“Letbeanddon’tfretyourlf，mylove.I’ll

tendyouandmakeyouwell，andthenweshallliveourlives

together.”

Butheonlysaidagain：“Nay，mydearone，I’m

nbreadwouldnothelpme.I

’mnomateforyou，

howtallyouare，I’it’s

notemlythatawifeshouldcarryherhusbandlikeachild.

You’llhavetowaitandwaitlongbeforeamanlivesonearth

fittobeyourmate.”

Butofthatshewouldhearnaught.

“Whattalkisthat！Don’teventhinksuchthoughts.

Formethere’snoneother.”

Buthewouldnotheedher.

“I’mnotsayingittowoundyou，beloved，”he

said，“uponmeclearwhen

ill

comeinourlandwhentherewillbenomoremerchantsorTsar，

ereaboutswill

growtallandstrong，andoneofthewillcometoAzovHill

atdaycomes，buryme

ill

nthatdaycomes，letthemtakeallthe

gold，thistime

farewell，beloved.”Hesighedoncemoreanddiedasifhe

hatmomentAzovHillclod.

Foreeminglythowerenotidlewordshespoke.

Hehadwisdom，kamskthey

knowmuchofthethings.

FromthattimenonecouldevercomewithinAzovHill.

Nowfolksknowtheentrancetothecave，butit’sfallena

artsin，thenitfallssomemoreandhefears

avegrownover

it，andthowhodon’tknowwouldneverguesswhat’sthere，

inside.

of

orissmooth，ofthebestmarble，

withaspringinthemiddle，

allroundgoldisstackedlikewestackwood，andchrysolites

inheapslikecoal.

Itisarrangedsomeway，soit’salwayslightin

reliesadeadman，andamaidsofairthere

arenowordstotellofitsitsbyhimandweepsalways，and

asateighteen，sosheisnow.

’ve

hersthoughttogetthatwealth

’dcometothehillandshoutoutwordsof

allkinds，ped，youe，

tochanceonthatdearnamewhichwillopenthecaveofitlf.

Foolstheywere，’dlotheirwitswithit.

Mumbleallsortsofgibberishthatnonecouldunderstand.

Alwaysekingnewnames.

Nay，hathourcomes，

AzovHillwon’topen.

swhenOmelyanIvanych

grandfatherstoldusatthattimeasongcamefrominsidethe

hill，likeamotherplayingwithherlittleoneandsinging

himamerrytune.

Butthere’

lksstoppedbeingrfs，many

lltherewasnaughtbut

glymorepitifulthanbefore.

Atruesign，rivesfolksworthan

theMaster’heyearsgoon，itemstoget

thersandgrandfathers，whentheycameto

myyears，couldsitinquietnessonthestove，butImust

musteatanddrinktothe

daywhendeathtakesthem.

Aye，I’llnotlivetoetheday，emingly，

whenAzovHillopens.I’llnoteit.....ButifIcould

buthearagaysongcomingfromwithin....

Foryouit’’

you’llhavethefortunetolivetothattime.

words，

likamskmanspokewithwisdom.

Thoofyouwholivetothatdaywillthenshethe

ywillknowthedearnamethat

opensupthatwealth.

Aye，that’notasimpletale.

It’sonetothinkon，anddrawthewisdomfromit.