It was good for me also, though difficult, to climb to the top of my mountain, which reached up out of the forest and from which I could look away to the range of red on the horizon.

It was the red cliff on the farther bank of the Yenisei.

There lay the country, the towns, the enemies and the friends; and there was even the point which I located as the place of my family.

It was the reason why Ivan had guided me here.

And as the days in this solitude slipped by I began to miss sorely this companion who, though the murderer of Gavronsky, had taken care of me like a father, always saddling my horse for me, cutting the wood and doing everything to make me comfortable.