Війна і мир

Chapter 7

           

           “Nesvítski,Nesvítski!younumskull!”cameahoarsevoicefrombehindhim.

           Nesvítskilookedroundandsaw,somefifteenpacesawaybutseparatedbythelivingmassofmovinginfantry,VáskaDenísov,redandshaggy,withhiscaponthebackofhisblackheadandacloakhangingjauntilyoverhisshoulder.

           “Tellthesedevils,thesefiends,toletmepass!”shoutedDenísovevidentlyinafitofrage,hiscoal-blackeyeswiththeirbloodshotwhitesglitteringandrollingashewavedhissheathedsaberinasmallbarehandasredashisface.

           “Ah,Váska!”joyfullyrepliedNesvítski.“What’supwithyou?”

           “Thesquadwoncan’tpass,”shoutedVáskaDenísov,showinghiswhiteteethfiercelyandspurringhisblackthoroughbredArab,whichtwitcheditsearsasthebayonetstouchedit,andsnorted,spurtingwhitefoamfromhisbit,trampingtheplanksofthebridgewithhishoofs,andapparentlyreadytojumpovertherailingshadhisriderlethim.“Whatisthis?They’relikesheep!Justlikesheep!Outoftheway!...Letuspass!...Stopthere,youdevilwiththecart!I’llhackyouwithmysaber!”heshouted,actuallydrawinghissaberfromitsscabbardandflourishingit.

           Thesoldierscrowdedagainstoneanotherwithterrifiedfaces,andDenísovjoinedNesvítski.

           “How’sityou’renotdrunktoday?”saidNesvítskiwhentheotherhadriddenuptohim.

           “Theydon’tevengiveonetimetodwink!”answeredVáskaDenísov.“Theykeepdwaggingthewegimenttoandfwoallday.Iftheymeantofight,let’sfight.Butthedevilknowswhatthisis.

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