Part 11 (1/2)

I felt offended, and said:

”But I have not had a ride yet. Just watch me gallop! Please, give me a good-sized switch! I will heat him up.”

Then the valet shook his head, and said:

”Oh, sir, you have no pity; why should you heat him up? He is twenty years old. The horse is worn out; he can barely breathe, and is old. He is so very old! Just like Pimen Timofeich. You might just as well sit down on Timofeich's back and urge him on with a switch. Well, would you not pity him?”

I thought of Pimen, and listened to the valet's words. I climbed down from the horse and, when I saw how his sweaty sides hung down, how he breathed heavily through his nostrils, and how he switched his bald tail, I understood that it was hard for the horse. Before that I used to think that it was as much fun for him as for me. I felt so sorry for Raven that I began to kiss his sweaty neck and to beg his forgiveness for having beaten him.

Since then I have grown to be a big man, and I always am careful with the horses, and always think of Raven and of Pimen Timofeitch whenever I see anybody torture a horse.

HOW I LEARNED TO RIDE

When I was a little fellow, we used to study every day, and only on Sundays and holidays went out and played with our brothers. Once my father said:

”The children must learn to ride. Send them to the riding-school!”

I was the youngest of the brothers, and I asked:

”May I, too, learn to ride?”

My father said:

”You will fall down.”

I began to beg him to let me learn, and almost cried. My father said:

”All right, you may go, too. Only look out! Don't cry when you fall off.

He who does not once fall down from a horse will not learn to ride.”

When Wednesday came, all three of us were taken to the riding-school. We entered by a large porch, and from the large porch went to a smaller one. Beyond the porch was a very large room: instead of a floor it had sand. And in this room were gentlemen and ladies and just such boys as we. That was the riding-school. The riding-school was not very light, and there was a smell of horses, and you could hear them snap whips and call to the horses, and the horses strike their hoofs against the wooden walls. At first I was frightened and could not see things well. Then our valet called the riding-master, and said:

”Give these boys some horses: they are going to learn how to ride.”

The master said:

”All right!”

Then he looked at me, and said:

”He is very small, yet.”

But the valet said:

”He promised not to cry when he falls down.”

The master laughed and went away.