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“
She
’
s
a
tough
one
,
”
was
shouted
in
the
crowd
.
“
She
’
ll
fall
in
a
minute
,
mates
,
there
will
soon
be
an
end
of
her
,
”
said
an
admiring
spectator
in
the
crowd
.
“
Fetch
an
axe
to
her
!
Finish
her
off
,
”
shouted
a
third
.
“
I
’
ll
show
you
!
Stand
off
,
”
Mikolka
screamed
frantically
;
he
threw
down
the
shaft
,
stooped
down
in
the
cart
and
picked
up
an
iron
crowbar
.
“
Look
out
,
”
he
shouted
,
and
with
all
his
might
he
dealt
a
stunning
blow
at
the
poor
mare
.
The
blow
fell
;
the
mare
staggered
,
sank
back
,
tried
to
pull
,
but
the
bar
fell
again
with
a
swinging
blow
on
her
back
and
she
fell
on
the
ground
like
a
log
.
“
Finish
her
off
,
”
shouted
Mikolka
and
he
leapt
beside
himself
,
out
of
the
cart
.
Several
young
men
,
also
flushed
with
drink
,
seized
anything
they
could
come
across
—
whips
,
sticks
,
poles
,
and
ran
to
the
dying
mare
.
Mikolka
stood
on
one
side
and
began
dealing
random
blows
with
the
crowbar
.
The
mare
stretched
out
her
head
,
drew
a
long
breath
and
died
.
“
You
butchered
her
,
”
someone
shouted
in
the
crowd
.
“
Why
wouldn
’
t
she
gallop
then
?
”
“
My
property
!
”
shouted
Mikolka
,
with
bloodshot
eyes
,
brandishing
the
bar
in
his
hands
.
He
stood
as
though
regretting
that
he
had
nothing
more
to
beat
.
“
No
mistake
about
it
,
you
are
not
a
Christian
,
”
many
voices
were
shouting
in
the
crowd
.
But
the
poor
boy
,
beside
himself
,
made
his
way
,
screaming
,
through
the
crowd
to
the
sorrel
nag
,
put
his
arms
round
her
bleeding
dead
head
and
kissed
it
,
kissed
the
eyes
and
kissed
the
lips
.
.
.
.
Then
he
jumped
up
and
flew
in
a
frenzy
with
his
little
fists
out
at
Mikolka
.
At
that
instant
his
father
,
who
had
been
running
after
him
,
snatched
him
up
and
carried
him
out
of
the
crowd
.
