as　apparently　by　no　means　in　a　hurry　for　the　road。
  ＇1＇　The　duga。
  I　went　up　to　him。
  〃If　you　care　to　wait　a　little　longer；〃　I　said；　〃you　will　have　the　pleasure　of　meeting　an　old　friend。〃
  〃Oh；　exactly！〃　he　answered　quickly。　　〃They　told　me　so　yesterday。　　Where　is　he；　though？〃
  I　looked　in　the　direction　of　the　square　and　there　I　descried　Maksim　Maksimych　running　as　hard　as　he　could。　　In　a　few　moments　he　was　beside　us。　　He　was　scarcely　able　to　breathe；　perspiration　was　rolling　in　large　drops　from　his　face；　wet　tufts　of　grey　hair；　escaping　from　under　his　cap；　were　glued　to　his　forehead；　his　knees　were　shaking。　。　。　　He　was　about　to　throw　himself　on　Pechorin's　neck；　but　the　latter；　rather　coldly；　though　with　a　smile　of　welcome；　stretched　out　his　hand　to　him。　　For　a　moment　the　staff…　captain　was　petrified；　but　then　eagerly　seized　Pechorin's　hand　in　both　his　own。　　He　was　still　unable　to　speak。
  〃How　glad　I　am　to　see　you；　my　dear　Maksim　Maksimych！　　Well；　how　are　you？〃　said　Pechorin。
  〃And　。　。　。　thou　。　。　。　you？〃＇1＇　murmured　the　old　man；　with　tears　in　his　eyes。　　〃What　an　age　it　is　since　I　have　seen　you！　。　。　。　　But　where　are　you　off　to？〃　。　。　。
  ＇1＇　〃Thou〃　is　the　form　of　address　used　in　speaking　to　an　intimate　friend；　etc。　　Pechorin　had　used　the　more　formal　〃you。〃
  〃I　am　going　to　Persia　　and　farther。〃　。　。　。
  〃But　surely　not　immediately？　。　。　。　　Wait　a　little；　my　dear　fellow！　。　。　。　　Surely　we　are　not　going　to　part　at　once？　。　。　。　What　a　long　time　it　is　since　we　have　seen　each　other！〃　。　。　。
  〃It　is　time　for　me　to　go；　Maksim　Maksimych；〃　was　the　reply。
  〃Good　heavens；　good　heavens！　　But　where　are　you　going　to　in　such　a　hurry？　　There　was　so　much　I　should　have　liked　to　tell　you！　　So　much　to　question　you　about！　。　。　。　　Well；　what　of　your…　self？　　Have　you　retired？　。　。　。　　What？　。　。　。　How　have　you　been　getting　along？〃
  〃Getting　bored！〃　answered　Pechorin；　smiling。
  〃You　remember　the　life　we　led　in　the　fortress？　A　splendid　country　for　hunting！　　You　were　awfully　fond　of　shooting；　you　know！　。　。　。　　And　Bela？〃　。　。　。
  Pechorin　turned　just　the　slightest　bit　pale　and　averted　his　head。
  〃Yes；　I　remember！〃　he　said；　almost　im…　mediately　forcing　a　yawn。
  Maksim　Maksimych　began　to　beg　him　to　stay　with　him　for　a　couple　of　hours　or　so　longer。
  〃We　will　have　a　splendid　dinner；〃　he　said。　〃I　have　two　pheasants；　and　the　Kakhetian　wine　is　excellent　here　。　。　。　not　what　it　is　in　Georgia；　of　course；　but　still　of　the　best　sort。　。　。　　We　will　have　a　talk。　。　。　　You　will　tell　me　about　your　life　in　Petersburg。　。　。　　Eh？〃　。　。　。
  〃In　truth；　there's　nothing　for　me　to　tell；　dear　Maksim　Maksimych。　。　。　　However；　good…bye；　it　is　time　for　me　to　be　off。　。　。　I　am　in　a　hurry。　。　。　I　thank　you　for　not　having　forgotten　me；〃　he　added；　taking　him　by　the　hand。
  The　old　man　knit　his　brows。　　He　was　grieved　and　angry；　although　he　tried　to　hide　his　feelings。
  〃Forget！〃　he　growled。　　〃I　have　not　for…　gotten　anything。　。　。　　Well；　God　be　with　you！　。　。　。　It　is　not　like　this　that　I　thought　we　should　meet。〃
  〃Come！　　That　will　do；　that　will　do！〃　said　Pechorin；　giving　him　a　friendly　embrace。　　〃Is　it　possible　that　I　am　not　the　same　as　I　used　to　be？　。　。　。　　What　can　we　do？　　Everyone　must　go　his　own　way。　。　。　　Are　we　ever　going　to　meet　again？　　God　only　knows！〃
  While　saying　this　he　had　taken　his　seat　in　the　carriage；　and　the　coachman　was　already　gathering　up　the　reins。
  〃Wait；　wait！〃　cried　Maksim　Maksimych　suddenly；　holding　on　to　the　carriage　door。　　〃I　was　nearly　forgetting　altogether。　　Your　papers　were　left　with　me；　Grigori　Aleksandrovich。　。　。　I　drag　them　about　everywhere　I　go。　。　。　　I　thought　I　should　find　you　in　Georgia；　but　this　is　where　it　has　pleased　Heaven　that　we　should　meet。　　What's　to　be　done　with　them？〃　。　。　。
  〃Whatever　you　like！〃　answered　Pechorin。　〃Good…bye。〃　。　。　。
  〃So　you　are　off　to　Persia？　。　。　。　　But　when　will　you　return？〃　Maksim　Maksimych　cried　after　him。
  By　this　time　the　carriage　was　a　long　way　off；　but　Pechorin　made　a　sign　with　his　hand　which　might　be　interpreted　as　meaning：
  〃It　is　doubtful　whether　I　shall　return；　and　there　is　no　reason；　either；　why　I　should！〃
  The　jingle　of　the　bell　and　the　clatter　of　the　wheels　along　the　flinty　road　had　long　ceased　to　be　audible；　but　the　poor　old　man　still　remained　standing　in　the　same　place；　deep　in　thought。
  〃Yes；〃　he　said　at　length；　endeavouring　to　assume　an　air　of　indifference；　although　from　time　to　time　a　tear　of　vexation　glistened　on　his　eyelashes。　　〃Of　course　we　were　friends　　well；　but　what　are　friends　nowadays？　。　。　。　　What　could　I　be　to　him？　　I'm　not　rich；　I've　no　rank；　and；　moreover；　I'm　not　at　all　his　match　in　years！　　See　what　a　dandy　he　has　become　since　he　has　been　staying　in　Petersburg　again！　。　。　。　　What　a　carriage！　。　。　。　　What　a　quantity　of　luggage！　。　。　。　And　such　a　haughty　manservant　too！〃　。　。　。
  These　words　were　pronounced　with　an　ironical　smile。
  〃Tell　me；〃　he　continued；　turning　to　me；　〃what　do　you　think　of　it？　　Come；　what　the　devil　is　he　off　to　Persia　for　now？　。　。　。　　Good　Lord；　it　is　ridiculous　　ridiculous！　。　。　。　　But　I　always　knew　that　he　was　a　fickle　man；　and　one　you　could　never　rely　on！　。　。　。　　But；　indeed；　it　is　a　pity　that　he　should　come　to　a　bad　end　。　。　。　yet　it　can't　be　otherwise！　。　。　。　　I　always　did　say　that　there　is　no　good　to　be　got　out　of　a　man　who　forgets　his　old　friends！〃　。　。　。
  Hereupon　he　turned　away　in　order　to　hide　his　agitation　and　proceeded　to　walk　about　the　court…　yard；　around　his　cart；　pretending　to　be　examining　the　wheels；　whilst　his　eyes　kept　filling　with　tears　every　moment。
  〃Maksim　Maksimych；〃　I　said；　going　up　to　him；　〃what　papers　are　these　that　Pechorin　left　you？〃
  〃Goodness　knows！　　Notes　of　some　sort〃　。　。　。
  〃What　will　you　do　with　them？〃
  〃What？　　I'll　have　cartridges　made　of　them。〃
  〃Hand　them　over　to　me　instead。〃
  He　looked　at　me　in　surprise；　growled　some…　thing　through　his　teeth；　and　began　to　rummage　in　his　portmanteau。　　Out　he　drew　a　writing…book　and　threw　it　contemptuously　on　the　ground；　then　a　second　　a　third　　a　tenth　shared　the　same　fate。　　There　was　something　childish　in　his　vexation；　and　it　struck　me　as　ridiculous　and　pitiable。　。　。
  〃Here　they　are；〃　he　said。　　〃I　congratulate　you　on　your　find！〃　。　。　。
  〃And　I　may　do　anything　I　like　with　them？〃
  〃Yes；　print　them　in　the　newspapers；　if　you　like。　What　is　it　to　me？　　Am　I　a　friend　or　relation　of　his？　　It　is　true　that　for　a　long　time　we　lived　under　one　roof　。　。　。　but　aren't　there　plenty　of　people　with　whom　I　have　lived？〃　。　。　。
  I　seized　the　papers　and　lost　no　time　in　carry…　ing　them　away；　fearing　that　the　staff…captain　might　repent　his　action。　　Soon　somebody　came　to　tell　us　that　the　〃Adventure〃　would　set　off　in　an　hour's　time。　　I　ordered　the　horses　to　be　put　to。
  I　had　already　put　my　cap　on　when　the　staff…　captain　entered　the　room。　　Apparently　he　had　not　got　ready　for　departure。　　His　manner　was　somewhat　cold　and　constrained。
  〃You　are　not　going；　then；　Maksim　Maksim…　ych？〃
  〃No；　sir！〃
  〃But　why　not？〃
  〃Well；　I　have　not　seen　the　Commandant　yet；　and　I　have　to　deliver　some　Government　things。〃
  〃But　you　did　go；　you　know。〃
  〃I　did；　of　course；〃　he　stammered；　〃but　he　was　not　at　home　。　。　。　and　I　did　not　wait。〃
  I　understood。　　For　the　first　time　in　his　life；　probably；　the　poor　old　man　had；　to　speak　by　the　book；　thrown　aside　official　business　'for　the　sake　of　his　personal　requirements'　。　。　。　and　how　he　had　been　rewarded！
  〃I　am　very　sorry；　Maksim　Maksimych；　very　sorry　indeed；〃　I　said；　〃that　we　must　part　sooner　than　necessary。〃
  〃What　should　we　rough　old　men　be　thinking　of　to　run　after　you？　　You　young　men　are　fashionable　and　proud：　under　the　Circassian　bullets　you　are　friendly　enough　with　us　。　。　。　but　when　you　meet　us　afterwards　you　are　ashamed　even　to　give　us　your　hand！〃
  〃I　have　not　deserved　these　reproaches；　Maksim　Maksimych。〃
  〃Well；　but　you　know　I'm　quite　right。　　How…　ever；　I　wish　you　all　good　luck　and　a　pleasant　journey。〃
  We　took　a　rather　cold　farewell　of　each　other。　The　kind…hearted　Maksim　Maksimych　had　be…　come　the　obstinate；　cantankerous　staff…captain！　And　why？　　Because　Pechorin；　through　ab…　sent…mindedness　or　from　some　other　cause；　had　extended　his　hand　to　him　when　Maksim　Maksimych　was　going　to　throw　himself　on　his　neck！　　Sad　it　is　to　see　when　a　young　man　loses　his　best　hopes　and　dreams；　when　from　before　his　eyes　is　withdrawn　the　rose…hued　veil　through　which　he　has　looked　upon　the　deeds　and　feelings　of　mankind；　although　there　is　the　hope　that　the　old　illusions　will　be　replaced　by　new　ones；　none　the　less　evanescent；　but；　on　the　other　hand；　none　the　less　sweet。　　But　wherewith　can　they　be　replaced　when　one　is　at　the　age　of　Maksim　Maksimych？　　Do　what　you　will；　the　heart　hardens　and　the　soul　shrinks　in　upon　itself。
  I　departed　　alone。
  FOREWORD　TO　BOOKS　III；　IV；　AND　V
  CONCERNING　PECHORIN'S　DIARY
  I　LEARNED　not　long　ago　that　Pechorin　had　died　on　his　way　back　from　Persia。　　The　news　afforded　me　great　delight；　it　gave　me　the　right　to　print　these　notes；　and　I　have　taken　advantage　of　the　opportunity　of　putting　my　name　at　the　head　of　another　person's　productions。　　Heaven　grant　that　my　readers　may　not　punish　me　for　such　an　innocent　deception！
  I　must　now　give　some　explanation　of　the　reasons　which　have　induced　me　to　betray　to　the　public　the　inmost　secrets　of　a　man　whom　I　ne