able to find the road now. Go on as long as the horses can drag us! Never fear; we shan't freeze to death! Go on, I say!"
"Never fear, indeed! Last year a postilion was frozen to death!" observed my driver.
The driver of the third troika did not wake the whole time, only once, during a stoppage, the counsellor shouted:
"Philip! I say, Philip!" and receiving no answer observed: "I wonder if he's frozen? You might go and see, Ignashka!"
Ignashka, who hastened to do everyone's bidding, went to the sledge and began to shake the sleeper.
"Why, he's drunk as drunk—like a log!" said he, "I say! you! are you frozen?" he said, shaking him violently.
The sleeper babbled something or other and cursed him.
"He's alive, all right, my brother!" said Ignashka; and again he ran forward and again we went on, and so quickly indeed, this time, that the little brown side horse attached to my troika, constantly lashed up from behind, more than once broke into a clumsy gallop.
V.
I think it must have been almost midnight when we were joined by the little old man and Vas-il-y, who had been in pursuit of the stampeded horses. They had found the horses and pursued and overtaken us; but how they had done so in the dark, blinding snow-
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