"Should we go back, bárin, owing to the mistake?"
"No! Why? We shall come out somewhere."
"Come out where? We shall have to spend the night in the steppe. How it's snowing!... Great heavens!"[6]
Although it was clear to me that the head driver had lost both the road and the direction, and yet was not hunting for the road, but was singing at the top of his voice, and letting his horses take their own speed; and so I did not like to part company from them.
"Follow them," said I.
The yamshchík drove on, but followed them less willingly than before, and no longer had any thing to say to me.
[4] gospodi-bátiushka.
[5] dugá, the distinctive part of the Russian harness, rising high above the horse, and carrying the bells.
[6] gospodi-bátiushka.