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Chapter 4

           Hedidnotliketocombinefrivolitywiththeseriousbusinessofhunting.

           “Goodmorning,Uncle!Wearegoingtoo!”shoutedPétya.

           “Goodmorning,goodmorning!Butdon’tgooverridingthehounds,”said“Uncle”sternly.

           “Nicholas,whatafinedogTrunílais!Heknewme,”saidNatásha,referringtoherfavoritehound.

           “Inthefirstplace,Trunílaisnota‘dog,’butaharrier,”thoughtNicholas,andlookedsternlyathissister,tryingtomakeherfeelthedistancethatoughttoseparatethematthatmoment.Natáshaunderstoodit.

           “Youmustn’tthinkwe’llbeinanyone’sway,Uncle,”shesaid.“We’llgotoourplacesandwon’tbudge.”

           “Agoodthingtoo,littlecountess,”said“Uncle,”“onlymindyoudon’tfalloffyourhorse,”headded,“because—that’sit,comeon!—you’venothingtoholdonto.”

           TheoasisoftheOtrádnoecovertcameinsightafewhundredyardsoff,thehuntsmenwerealreadynearingit.Rostóv,havingfinallysettledwith“Uncle”wheretheyshouldsetonthehounds,andhavingshownNatáshawhereshewastostand—aspotwherenothingcouldpossiblyrunout—wentroundabovetheravine.

           “Well,nephew,you’regoingforabigwolf,”said“Uncle.”“Mindanddon’tletherslip!”

           “That’sasmayhappen,”answeredRostóv.“Karáy,here!”heshouted,answering“Uncle’s”remarkbythiscalltohisborzoi.Karáywasashaggyolddogwithahangingjowl,famousforhavingtackledabigwolfunaided.Theyalltookuptheirplaces.

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