Война и мир

Chapter 37

           OnthenearestonesataTartar,probablyaCossack,judgingbytheuniformthrowndownbesidehim.Foursoldierswereholdinghim,andaspectacleddoctorwascuttingintohismuscularbrownback.

           “Ooh,ooh,ooh!”gruntedtheTartar,andsuddenlyliftinguphisswarthysnub-nosedfacewithitshighcheekbones,andbaringhiswhiteteeth,hebegantowriggleandtwitchhisbodyandutterpiercing,ringing,andprolongedyells.Ontheothertable,roundwhichmanypeoplewerecrowding,atallwell-fedmanlayonhisbackwithhisheadthrownback.Hiscurlyhair,itscolor,andtheshapeofhisheadseemedstrangelyfamiliartoPrinceAndrew.Severaldresserswerepressingonhischesttoholdhimdown.Onelarge,white,plumplegtwitchedrapidlyallthetimewithafeverishtremor.Themanwassobbingandchokingconvulsively.Twodoctors—oneofwhomwaspaleandtrembling—weresilentlydoingsomethingtothisman’sother,goryleg.WhenhehadfinishedwiththeTartar,whomtheycoveredwithanovercoat,thespectacleddoctorcameuptoPrinceAndrew,wipinghishands.

           HeglancedatPrinceAndrew’sfaceandquicklyturnedaway.

           “Undresshim!Whatareyouwaitingfor?”hecriedangrilytothedressers.

           Hisveryfirst,remotestrecollectionsofchildhoodcamebacktoPrinceAndrew’smindwhenthedresserwithsleevesrolledupbeganhastilytoundothebuttonsofhisclothesandundressedhim.Thedoctorbentdownoverthewound,feltit,andsigheddeeply.Thenhemadeasigntosomeone,andthetorturingpaininhisabdomencausedPrinceAndrewtoloseconsciousness.

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