Война и мир

Chapter 12

           

           “Eh?”murmuredPlatón,whohadalmostfallenasleep.“WhatwasIsaying?Iwaspraying.Don’tyoupray?”

           “Yes,Ido,”saidPierre.“Butwhatwasthatyousaid:FrolaandLavra?”

           “Well,ofcourse,”repliedPlatónquickly,“thehorses’saints.Onemustpitytheanimalstoo.Eh,therascal!Nowyou’vecurledupandgotwarm,youdaughterofabitch!”saidKaratáev,touchingthedogthatlayathisfeet,andagainturningoverhefellasleepimmediately.

           Soundsofcryingandscreamingcamefromsomewhereinthedistanceoutside,andflameswerevisiblethroughthecracksoftheshed,butinsideitwasquietanddark.ForalongtimePierredidnotsleep,butlaywitheyesopeninthedarkness,listeningtotheregularsnoringofPlatónwholaybesidehim,andhefeltthattheworldthathadbeenshatteredwasoncemorestirringinhissoulwithanewbeautyandonnewandunshakablefoundations.

           

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