“you see, sir,” said the staff-captain, “i was quartered, at the time, with a company in a fortress beyond the terek—getting on for five years ago now. one autumn day, a transport arrived with provisions, in charge of an officer, a young man of about twenty-five. he reported himself to me in full uniform, and announced that he had been ordered to remain in the fortress with me. he was so very elegant, his complexion so nice and white, his uniform so brand new, that i immediately guessed that he had not been long with our army in the caucasus.
“‘i suppose you have been transferred from russia?’ i asked.
“‘exactly, captain,’ he answered.
“i took him by the hand and said:
“‘i’m delighted to see you—delighted! it will be a bit dull for you... but there, we will live together like a couple of friends. but, please, call me simply “maksim maksimych”; and, tell me, what is this full uniform for? just wear your forage-cap whenever you come to me!’
“quarters were assigned to him and he settled down in the fortress.”
“what was his name?” i asked maksim maksimych.
“his name was grigori aleksandrovich pechorin. he was a splendid fellow, i can assure you, but a little peculiar. why, to give you an instance, one time he would stay out hunting the whole day, in the rain and cold; the others would all be frozen through and tired out, but he wouldn’t mind either cold or fatigue. then, another time, he would be sitting in his own room, and, if there was a breath of wind, he would declare that he had caught cold; if the shutters rattled against the window he would start and turn pale: yet i myself have seen him attack a boar single-handed. often enough you couldn’t drag a word out of him for hours together; but then, on the other hand, sometimes, when he started telling stories, you would split your sides with laughing. yes, sir, a very eccentric man; and he must have been wealthy too. what a lot of expensive trinkets he had!”...
“did he stay there long with you?” i went on to ask.
“yes, about a year. and, for that very reason, it was a memorable year to me. he gave me a great deal of trouble—but there, let bygones be bygones!... you see, it is true enough, there are people like that, fated from birth to have all sorts of strange things happening to them!”
“strange?” i exclaimed, with an air of curiosity, as i poured out some tea.
