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in advance, - a lofty Cossack telega, and after it a line of
others, all surrounded by Cossacks of the Pashkoff kuren,
in yellow caps; they pass near the house where the Mir-
gorod men are standing.

Skshetuski put his hand over his eyes, for the glare of
the burning blinded him, and looked at the prisoners sit-
ting in the first wagon. Suddenly he sprang back, began
to beat the air with his hands, like a man struck with an
arrow in the breast, and from his lips came a terrible
unearthly cry: "Jesus, Mary! the hetmans!"

He dropped into the arms of Zakhar; his eyes became
leaden, his face grew stiff and rigid as that of a corpse.

A few minutes later three horsemen rode into the square
of Korsun, at the head of countless regiments. The middle
rider, in red uniform, sat on a white horse, holding a gilded
baton at his side. He looked as proud as a king. This
was Hmelnitski. On one side of him rode Tugai Bey, on
the other Krechovski.

The Commonwealth lay prostrate in dust and blood at
the feet of a Cossack.

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