Война и мир

Chapter 33

           Butthisisamonsterandneitheramannorafather!You,honoredsir,areanobleman,”shewenton,addressingPierrerapidlybetweenhersobs.“Thefirebrokeoutalongside,andblewourway,themaidcalledout‘Fire!’andwerushedtocollectourthings.Weranoutjustaswewere....Thisiswhatwehavebroughtaway....Theicons,andmydowrybed,alltherestislost.Weseizedthechildren.ButnotKatie!Ooh!OLord!...”andagainshebegantosob.“Mychild,mydearone!Burned,burned!”

           “Butwherewassheleft?”askedPierre.

           Fromtheexpressionofhisanimatedfacethewomansawthatthismanmighthelpher.

           “Oh,dearsir!”shecried,seizinghimbythelegs.“Mybenefactor,setmyheartatease....Aníska,go,youhorridgirl,showhimtheway!”shecriedtothemaid,angrilyopeninghermouthandstillfartherexposingherlongteeth.

           “Showmetheway,showme,I...I’lldoit,”gaspedPierrerapidly.

           Thedirtymaidservantsteppedfrombehindthetrunk,putupherplait,sighed,andwentonhershort,barefeetalongthepath.Pierrefeltasifhehadcomebacktolifeafteraheavyswoon.Heheldhisheadhigher,hiseyesshonewiththelightoflife,andwithswiftstepshefollowedthemaid,overtookher,andcameoutonthePovarskóy.Thewholestreetwasfullofcloudsofblacksmoke.Tonguesofflamehereandtherebrokethroughthatcloud.Agreatnumberofpeoplecrowdedinfrontoftheconflagration.InthemiddleofthestreetstoodaFrenchgeneralsayingsomethingtothosearoundhim.

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