Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him, His slavish courtiers thronging nigh, In sad expectance s...

Translated by T. Keane. CHAPTER I. We were stationed in the little town of N--. The life of an officer in the army is well known...

Translated by H. Twitchell I. There was a card party at the rooms of Narumov of the Horse Guards. The long winter night ...