The Count tore open the door and jumped out with his carbine in his hand, but Raman caught him in the front entry right by the top-knot as he had done the other, and flung him to the ground as well.
The Count saw that things were going badly for him and he cried:
“Oi, let me go, Raman, lad! Have you forgotten the good turn I did you?”
Raman answered:
“I remember, wicked Count, the good turn you did me and my wife. And now I shall pay you for it.”
But the Count cried again:
“Help me, help me, Opanas, my faithful servant! I have loved you as my own son!”
But Opanas answered:
“You drove your faithful servant away like a dog. You have loved me as a stick loves the back which it beats, and now you love me as the back loves the stick which beats it! I begged and implored you to listen to me. You wouldn’t!”
Then the Count began calling to Aksana for help.