Hadji Murad. Leo Tolstoy

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       Leo Tolstoy

      Hadji Murad

      Published by Good Press, 2021

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Table of Contents

       A List of Tartar Words Used in Hadji Murad

       Chapter I

       Chapter II

       Chapter III

       Chapter IV

       Chapter V

       Chapter VI

       Chapter VII

       Chapter VIII

       Chapter IX

       Chapter X

       Chapter XI

       Chapter XII

       Chapter XIII

       Chapter XIV

       Chapter XV

       Chapter XVI

       Chapter XVII

       Chapter XVIII

       Chapter XIX

       Chapter XX

       Chapter XXI

       Chapter XXII

       Chapter XXIII

       Chapter XXIV

       Chapter XXV

      A List of Tartar Words Used in Hadji Murad

       Table of Contents

      Aoul

       A tartar village.

       Bar

       Have.

       Beshmet

       A Tartar undergarment with sleeves.

       Burka

       A long round felt cape.

       Dzhigit

       The same as a brave among American Indians, but the word is inseparably connected with the idea of skilful horsemanship.

       Gazavdt

       A holy war against the infidels.

       Imam

       The leader in the holy war, uniting in himself supreme spiritual and temporal power.

       Khansha

       The wife of a khan.

       Kizyak

       A fuel made of straw and manure.

       Kunak

       A sworn friend, an adopted brother.

       Murid

       A disciple or follower: "One who desires" to find the way in Muridism.

       Muridism

       Almost identical with Sufism.

       Murshed

       "One who shows" the way in Muridism.

       Naib

       A Tartar lieutenant or governor.

       Pilau

       An oriental dish prepared with rice and mutton or chicken.

       Saklya

       A Caucasian house, clay-plastered and often built of earth.

       Shariat

       The written Mohammedan law.

       Tarikat

       "The Path" leading to the higher life.

       Yok

       No, not.

      Chapter I

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       I was returning home by the fields. It was midsummer, the hay harvest was over and they were just beginning to reap the rye. At that season of the year there is a delightful variety of flowers -- red, white, and pink scented tufty clover; milk-white ox-eye daisies with their bright yellow centers and pleasant spicy smell; yellow honey-scented rape blossoms; tall campanulas with white and lilac bells, tulip-shaped; creeping vetch; yellow, red, and pink scabious; faintly scented, neatly arranged purple plaintains with blossoms slightly tinged with pink; cornflowers, the newly opened blossoms bright blue in the sunshine but growing paler and redder towards evening or when growing old; and delicate almond-scented dodder flowers that withered quickly. I gathered myself a large nosegay and was going home when I noticed in a ditch, in full bloom, a beautiful thistle plant of the crimson variety, which in our neighborhood they call "Tartar" and carefully avoid when mowing -- or, if they do happen to cut it down, throw out from among the grass for fear of pricking their hands. Thinking to pick this thistle and put it in the center of my nosegay, I climbed down into the ditch, and after driving away a velvety bumble-bee that had penetrated deep into one of the flowers and had there fallen sweetly asleep, I set to work to pluck the flower. But this proved a very difficult task. Not only did the stalk prick on every side -- even through the handkerchief I wrapped round my hand -- but it was so tough that I had to struggle with it for nearly five minutes, breaking the fibers one by one; and when I had at last plucked it, the stalk was all frayed and the flower itself no longer seemed so fresh and beautiful. Moreover, owing to a coarseness and stiffness, it did not seem in