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Chapter 4

           

           Theoldcount,knowinghisson’sardorinthehunt,hurriedsoasnottobelate,andthehuntsmenhadnotyetreachedtheirplaceswhenCountIlyáRostóv,cheerful,flushed,andwithquiveringcheeks,droveupwithhisblackhorsesoverthewinterryetotheplacereservedforhim,whereawolfmightcomeout.Havingstraightenedhiscoatandfastenedonhishuntingknivesandhorn,hemountedhisgood,sleek,well-fed,andcomfortablehorse,Viflyánka,whichwasturninggray,likehimself.Hishorsesandtrapweresenthome.CountIlyáRostóv,thoughnotatheartakeensportsman,knewtherulesofthehuntwell,androdetothebushyedgeoftheroadwherehewastostand,arrangedhisreins,settledhimselfinthesaddle,and,feelingthathewasready,lookedaboutwithasmile.

           BesidehimwasSimonChekmár,hispersonalattendant,anoldhorsemannowsomewhatstiffinthesaddle.Chekmárheldinleashthreeformidablewolfhounds,whohad,however,grownfatliketheirmasterandhishorse.Twowiseolddogslaydownunleashed.SomehundredpacesfartheralongtheedgeofthewoodstoodMítka,thecount’sothergroom,adaringhorsemanandkeenridertohounds.Beforethehunt,byoldcustom,thecounthaddrunkasilvercupfulofmulledbrandy,takenasnack,andwasheditdownwithhalfabottleofhisfavoriteBordeaux.

           Hewassomewhatflushedwiththewineandthedrive.Hiseyeswererathermoistandglitteredmorethanusual,andashesatinhissaddle,wrappedupinhisfurcoat,helookedlikeachildtakenoutforanouting.

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