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Getting dark when I came to the commandants house. Hangman with his victims terribly blackened. The body of the poor commandant still lie under the porch, which has two Cossacks stood on guard. Kazak, led me off about my report and immediately the gates, introduced me to the room where the day before I said goodbye so tenderly Marya Ivanovna. I had the extraordinary picture: a table covered with a tablecloth and set damasks and glasses, and ten of Pugachev Cossack elders sat in caps and colored shirts, flushed with wine, with red mugs and shining eyes. Between them there was no Shvabrin nor our sergeant, novobrannyh traitors. "But, your honor! - Pugachev said, seeing me. - Welcome; honor and place, you are welcome. "The two sides made ​​the room