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The square seemed deserted, but Andrii thought he heard a feeble groan.Looking about him, he perceived, on the farther side, a group of two or three men lying motionless upon the ground.He fixed his eyes more intently on them, to see whether they were asleep or dead;and, at the same moment, stumbled over something lying at his feet.It was the dead body of a woman, a Jewess apparently.She appeared to be young, though it was scarcely discernible in her distorted and emaciated features.Upon her head was a red silk kerchief; two rows of pearls or pearl beads adorned the beads of her head-dress, from beneath which two long curls hung down upon her shrivelled neck, with its tightly drawn veins.Beside her lay a child, grasping convulsively at her shrunken breast, and squeezing it with involuntary ferocity at finding no milk there.He neither wept nor screamed, and only his gently rising and falling body would have led one to guess that he was not dead, or at least on the point of breathing his last.They turned into a street, and were suddenly stopped by a madman, who, catching sight of Andrii's precious burden, sprang upon him like a tiger, and clutched him, yelling, "Bread!" But his strength was not equal to his madness.Andrii repulsed him and he fell to the ground.Moved with pity, the young Cossack flung him a loaf, which he seized like a mad dog, gnawing and biting it; but nevertheless he shortly expired in horrible suffering, there in the street, from the effect of long abstinence.The ghastly victims of hunger startled them at every step.

Many, apparently unable to endure their torments in their houses, seemed to run into the streets to see whether some nourishing power might not possibly descend from the air.At the gate of one house sat an old woman, and it was impossible to say whether she was asleep or dead, or only unconscious; at all events, she no longer saw or heard anything, and sat immovable in one spot, her head drooping on her breast.From the roof of another house hung a worn and wasted body in a rope noose.The poor fellow could not endure the tortures of hunger to the last, and had preferred to hasten his end by a voluntary death.

At the sight of such terrible proofs of famine, Andrii could not refrain from saying to the Tatar, "Is there really nothing with which they can prolong life? If a man is driven to extremities, he must feed on what he has hitherto despised; he can sustain himself with creatures which are forbidden by the law.Anything can be eaten under such circumstances.""They have eaten everything," said the Tatar, "all the animals.Not a horse, nor a dog, nor even a mouse is to be found in the whole city.

We never had any store of provisions in the town: they were all brought from the villages.""But how can you, while dying such a fearful death, still dream of defending the city?""Possibly the Waiwode might have surrendered; but yesterday morning the commander of the troops at Buzhana sent a hawk into the city with a note saying that it was not to be given up; that he was coming to its rescue with his forces, and was only waiting for another leader, that they might march together.And now they are expected every moment.But we have reached the house."Andrii had already noticed from a distance this house, unlike the others, and built apparently by some Italian architect.It was constructed of thin red bricks, and had two stories.The windows of the lower story were sheltered under lofty, projecting granite cornices.The upper story consisted entirely of small arches, forming a gallery; between the arches were iron gratings enriched with escutcheons; whilst upon the gables of the house more coats-of-arms were displayed.The broad external staircase, of tinted bricks, abutted on the square.At the foot of it sat guards, who with one hand held their halberds upright, and with the other supported their drooping heads, and in this attitude more resembled apparitions than living beings.They neither slept nor dreamed, but seemed quite insensible to everything; they even paid no attention to who went up the stairs.At the head of the stairs, they found a richly-dressed warrior, armed cap-a-pie, and holding a breviary in his hand.He turned his dim eyes upon them; but the Tatar spoke a word to him, and he dropped them again upon the open pages of his breviary.They entered the first chamber, a large one, serving either as a reception-room, or simply as an ante-room; it was filled with soldiers, servants, secretaries, huntsmen, cup-bearers, and the other servitors indispensable to the support of a Polish magnate's estate, all seated along the walls.The reek of extinguished candles was perceptible; and two were still burning in two huge candlesticks, nearly as tall as a man, standing in the middle of the room, although morning had long since peeped through the wide grated window.Andrii wanted to go straight on to the large oaken door adorned with a coat-of-arms and a profusion of carved ornaments, but the Tatar pulled his sleeve and pointed to a small door in the side wall.Through this they gained a corridor, and then a room, which he began to examine attentively.The light which filtered through a crack in the shutter fell upon several objects--a crimson curtain, a gilded cornice, and a painting on the wall.Here the Tatar motioned to Andrii to wait, and opened the door into another room from which flashed the light of a fire.He heard a whispering, and a soft voice which made him quiver all over.Through the open door he saw flit rapidly past a tall female figure, with a long thick braid of hair falling over her uplifted hands.The Tatar returned and told him to go in.