When she was closing her eyes it seemed to her that far off in the distance, in the white snow, she saw a number of black points which were moving in various directions. For a while longer she overcame her sleep. “Those are surely wolves,” muttered she, quietly.
Before she had gone many yards, those points disappeared; then she fell asleep so soundly that she woke only when Azya’s horse, on which she was sitting, neighed under her.
She looked around; she was on the edge of a forest, and woke in time, for if she had not waked she might have been crushed against a tree.
Suddenly she saw that the other horse was not near her.
“What has happened?” cried she, in great alarm.
But a very simple thing had happened. Basia had tied, it is true, the reins of her horse’s bridle to the pommel of t
