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Chapter 4

           Hisoldsister-in-lawpoppedinasmallbundle,andoneofthecoachmenhelpedhimintothevehicle.

           “There!There!Women’sfuss!Women,women!”saidAlpátych,puffingandspeakingrapidlyjustastheprincedid,andheclimbedintothetrap.

           Aftergivingtheclerkordersabouttheworktobedone,Alpátych,nottryingtoimitatetheprincenow,liftedthehatfromhisbaldheadandcrossedhimselfthreetimes.

           “Ifthereisanything...comeback,YákovAlpátych!ForChrist’ssakethinkofus!”criedhiswife,referringtotherumorsofwarandtheenemy.

           “Women,women!Women’sfuss!”mutteredAlpátychtohimselfandstartedonhisjourney,lookingroundatthefieldsofyellowryeandthestill-green,thicklygrowingoats,andatotherquiteblackfieldsjustbeingplowedasecondtime.

           Ashewentalonghelookedwithpleasureattheyear’ssplendidcropofcorn,scrutinizedthestripsofryefieldwhichhereandtherewerealreadybeingreaped,madehiscalculationsastothesowingandtheharvest,andaskedhimselfwhetherhehadnotforgottenanyoftheprince’sorders.

           Havingbaitedthehorsestwiceontheway,hearrivedatthetowntowardeveningonthefourthofAugust.

           Alpátychkeptmeetingandovertakingbaggagetrainsandtroopsontheroad.AsheapproachedSmolénskheheardthesoundsofdistantfiring,butthesedidnotimpresshim.Whatstruckhimmostwasthesightofasplendidfieldofoatsinwhichacamphadbeenpitchedandwhichwasbeingmowndownbythesoldiers,evidentlyforfodder.

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