LEV TOLSTOY SHORT STORY 3 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | LEV TOLSTOY SHORT STORY A Prisoner in the Caucasus AN officer named Zhilin was serving in the army in the Caucasus. One day he received a letter from home. It was from his mother who wrote I am getting old and should like to see my dear son once more before I die. Come and say good-bye to me and bury me and then if God pleases return to service again with my blessing. But I have found a girl for you who is sensible and good and has some property. If you can love her you might marry her and remain at home. Zhilin thought it over. It was quite true the old lady was failing fast and he might not have another chance to see her alive. He had better go and if the girl was nice why not marry her So he went to his Colonel obtained leave of absence said good-bye to his comrades stood the soldiers four pailfuls of vodka as a farewell treat and got ready to go. It was a time of war in the Caucasus. The roads were not safe by night or day. If ever a Russian ventured to ride or walk any distance away from his fort the Tartars killed him or carried him off to the hills. So it had been arranged that twice every week a body of soldiers should march from one fortress to the next to convoy travellers from point to point. It was summer. At daybreak the baggage-train got ready under shelter of the fortress the soldiers marched out and all started along the road. Zhflin was on horseback and a cart with his things went with the baggage-train. They had sixteen miles to go. The baggage-train moved slowly sometimes the soldiers stopped or perhaps a wheel would come off one of the carts or a horse refuse to go on and then everybody had to wait. When by the sun it was already past noon they had not gone half the way. It was dusty and hot the sun was scorching and there was no shelter anywhere a bare plain all round not a tree not a bush by the road. Zhflin rode on in front and stopped waiting for the baggage to overtake him. Then he heard the signal-horn sounded behind him the company had .
